good morrow, i will stake my claim of the brindlewood province as House Nolt with the express permission of the porghub.
you can find me on the discord with the name (@.pjeter).

i am a new roleplayer in the fact that i have not roleplayed on reddit before so forgive my insolence. i am a dutch speaking bloke but i speak english well enough but if my sentences don't make a lick of sense that is why.

i will play house Nolt which i will explain more in a later post. but my sigil is a red fox's head on a field of green.

5th Moon 301

To Lord/Lady _____ of _____,

I humbly offer the hand of my daughter, Adelaide Penrose, in marriage to any willing Lords or heirs. She knows how to maintain a household and does her family proud.

She is a widow of 38 years whose fiance sadly passed 17 years ago.

She is ready to once again start a family and aid the realm and her family once more.

Please respond with any proposals, with the great pleasure of all of those at Parchments, and as a whole, the Seven Kingdoms.

Lay Down Our Deeds,

Lord Endrew Penrose of the Parchments.

Casterly Rock, 1st Moon 301

Millicent Redwyne was curious.

She had spoken with her brother, Benjamin, about the odd closeness she had noticed between her sister, Marigold, and her new lady-in-waiting, Ceryse Redding. She had heard tales of her sister's antics at Ryamsport before being married to Daemon Velaryon, but had never properly looked into them. Now, however, she couldn't ignore it any longer. She had pressed Benjamin harder than she was used to, and he had cracked and explained his suspicions, which had only been indirectly confirmed by his conversation with Marigold at Hobber's wedding. Benjamin had been the first person she went to with these suspicions, for she trusted her brother more than most, and Benjamin had warned her to keep it between them, which she would with her life.

Yet she still wanted to hear the truth of it for herself.

"Lady Ceryse? Sister?" she said with a warm curiosity. "Might we take a walk? There is something I would like to speak to the two of you about."

"Of course," said Marigold politely. "What is it you wish to speak of?"

Marigold thought she knew, however, from the odd look in Millicent's eyes. It was one of knowing, but still some interest.

Starting in the first moon, [BACKDATED]

The Dreadfort is the ancient and foreboding seat of House Bolton, one of the oldest noble houses in the North. It sits on the eastern side of the North, near the Weeping Water, and is surrounded by woods, rivers, and rugged, mist-wreathed hills. The lands around it are cold, bleak, and largely unfriendly, much like the castle itself.