roslin frey
Roslin Frey for blood and glory
TWENTY FOUR YEARS OLD, SECRETARY FOR FREY INVESTMENTS, LIVING IN LONDON.
Roslin Frey for blood and glory
TWENTY FOUR YEARS OLD, SECRETARY FOR FREY INVESTMENTS, LIVING IN LONDON.
He frowned, “Maybe we shouldn’t judge others out of rumours”, he paused. He had heard of them, of course, and he had heard of their power and their immense quantity of money. But he knew Sansa was staying with them, if they were protecting his niece, weren’t they trying to do the right thing? Couldn’t they be considered allies, even friends?, “We can ask them to back us up, to - if we are discovered… the forging of our bankruptcy -“, he paused to lower his tone, “They could pull some strings to help and in exchange I can offer Scotland’s alliance in the name of Ned, right? The Starks still hold most of the oil reserves in the country and the Tullys still control the ports, even the Lannisters need those sort of friends”.
He sighed and turned over his shoulder to look at her, a resigned smile painted on his face, “I’m sorry, I know this isn’t what you envisioned when I promised to - to make you happy”.
She remembered when he’d said that; how he had promised to make her happy and how much she’d wanted that to be true. Of course, Edmure couldn’t predict the future and he certainly couldn’t predict what would happen regarding the Starks and his uncle. She wanted to be able to say “no don’t worry, its fine because I am happy” – which was true, but who would believe that given the circumstances? He’d think she was just trying to make him feel better and that would put a sour note on the day.
(Even more than the failure of a meeting with Renly).
Instead she broke free from under his arm and took his hand instead. She loved that; the way their fingers laced together just so that it felt completely comfortable. She looked up at him and smiled. “The Lannisters would be lucky to have you on their side,” she wrinkled her nose and poked his cheek with her free hand playfully “but you aren’t the only company with ports and big boats. If you’re going to make a move you should do it quickly and while you have the chance.” If she couldn’t persuade him to abandon the idea, she would offer the only advice she could as a layman.
“London is a big city, but it’s a small world. You might not be able to persuade the likes of Renly, but there are people around here who are far more influential and nowhere near as well-known. The little people might be enough to get you all the allies you need.”
In the back of her mind, she was thinking of her niece Cersei, and all the people she probably knew who knew the big guys like Renly or Jaime Lannister or even Stannis himself. In her mind, Edmure was better than them all, but she wasn’t foolish enough to forget how he was often likely to act before thinking ahead, and how easily he could lose his temper.
She wondered what people thought of them together; a weasel and her trout. She felt small in life generally, but with Edmure she actually felt even smaller. He commanded such a big presence; he was popular among their friendship circle and he was charismatic so he was always making new friends too. She wished she could have just a taste of his confidence; she might be able to make him happier.
“I hate that this has all fallen on your shoulders, and I wish I could alleviate some of that stress, but I know you’ll make your family proud.”
(Source: edmure--tully)
If he welcomed any advise, that was Roslin’s. It wasn’t just the fact that she was with him and that they loved each other. The fact was that she could be head of Tully Industries if she wanted, with that brain of hers. Better make the best of it. “And we need help”, he said, nodding to himself, “As powerful as the Tullys might be, we are falling apart”, he paused to reconsider his words yet they were true, Brynden was fleeing North where Cat was stuck, Lysa - who knew what Lysa was doing in London these days, and his father was in no state to take decisions and protect the family and help the Starks, “This fraud business will backfire without the proper influence in Westminster, right?”. Edmure hated politics and yet they seemed to follow him around these days.
“I thought Renly might be that card but - but maybe I’m wrong”, he frowned, when he came to London he already had that idea in mind, and yet - “What do you know about the Lannisters?”, he shrugged, “I heard they hate Stannis Baratheon and all”.
It was strange to hear Edmure speak about being a Tully the ways she’d speak of being a Frey. Since she’d met him, Roslin had envied his genes (not only because he was incredibly attractive) and his family heritage. The Tully’s honoured their loyalty to one another, and always strived to consider their own first. The Freys looked out for themselves, and if it benefited the family name it was a bonus. She looked up at him as they walked, watching the furrows in his brow as he so obviously tried to discover the best solution to all his issues with one quick-fire answer.
She wanted to be the person Edmure could lean on, but she was afraid he might need someone stronger. She didn’t really know enough about his world and that was really what held her back. She sighed. “I just hope this doesn’t last, and you can finally relax.” She missed the free-from-worrying Edmure; the easy going guy who had quite literally swept her off her feet. Now, now she saw more of Brynden in him (even though there was no way she’d tell him that, what with the situation as it was). “We need a vacation.” She smiled to herself, knowing that Edmure was too lost in thought to even contemplate running for the hills and sunbathing on a beach somewhere quiet. In fact, since coming to London she’d realised just how comfortable he was being in this environment. He lived for these meeting and making deals, partly because she could see his confidence grow each time he came back successful.
This time he was not so lucky, and it was hard to see him trying to maintain his composure and not have her worrying.
“The Lannisters?” Her father had some dealings with them in the past; he liked to have his nose as far up Tywin’s arse as possible. She knew they were a dangerous lot, but fiercely loyal to their own (something they had in common with the Tullys) “I know they’re powerful, and that they consider everyone an enemy, not just Stannis Baratheon. Why, what would you want with a Lannister?”
Nothing in this world came for free. She found herself leaning in closer; a silent prayer on her lips that maybe he’d just let it go.
(Source: edmure--tully)
It’s not really important but just so I guess other Freys know if they need to? I haven’t rped as Roslin in forever and I can only just about remember what Frey Investments is up to so I made her secretary just so a) she has a job lol and b) I have something to develop her character with. Okay :-)
Edmure sincerely thought that his meeting with Renly would help him feel better with himself and even if the younger brother of that holy trinity did agree with him in several of the aspects Edmure wanted him to agree with; it wasn’t as therapeutic as he thought it would be.
He consciously restrained himself in front of the other, from yelling and ranting about how his uncle had betrayed them all. Restraining himself is something he is not used to do, he was an explosive person but he figured that making sure that the alliance with Renly was preserved was the best for his father, sister and for Robb and all the Starks.
He was doing something quite important now. He knew the risks that came with forging bankruptcy, the Tullys could very well face criminal charges, but the safety of the Starks was worth the risk, safety and raising above Stannis Baratheon.
If Scotland wanted its independency, York would be there for them. The thought made him remember his uncle’s words; how he had turned his back on them regardless of their own family wisdom or whatever. Family, duty, honor. How many times did Brynden Tully speak of those words and try to inflict lessons on Edmure? He would have given it all to know that years later the same person would end up betraying them as he had done now.
Edmure sighed, Brynden was probably behind Stannis Baratheon now whispering advice in his ear. He smiled; yet he had the best advice was yet to leave his side anyway. The sight of Roslin waiting for him made him hurry his pace to stand next to her, he exhaled deeply, “I told him that my uncle was betraying our agreement in order to stand by Stannis’ side instead but that he can still count with the Tullys’ support”, he met her eyes and extended a hand to help her up her seat, “He took it well”.
Edmure passed a hand around Roslin’s waist and guided her to the exit door of the floor, “But I’m still angry”, he smirked and kissed the top of her head, “Angry sex tonight?”.
If it was one thing Roslin knew, it was to avoid the affairs of men, but never to stray so far that she couldn’t hear them whispering. Edmure’s business was his own, but if it meant putting himself at risk it meant putting the best half of her in harm’s way too. She was content to hang off his arm and look pretty, it was something she’d done for her father, but in the meantime there was a difference to this role than any other. She cared for Edmure, and she wanted him to be successful not only to impress his father, but because she knew what it felt like to lack any sense of fulfilment.
When he at last appeared from Renly’s office, Roslin was part relieved and part anxious. Edmure had become something of a pro at disguising his feelings, even to her, but she could sense not all was as well as Edmure had promised it would be when they’d arrived that afternoon. She took his hand with a smile, but did not think to hide the concern in her eyes. “Renly isn’t really my concern, you are.” She slipped her hands into the pockets of her blazer and slipped into step beside him as they headed for the door. “I don’t want this to backfire on you. Speaking from experience, Ed; telling tales on family rarely goes unnoticed. Nor without consequences.”
It had been a while since she’d been worried for anyone noticing their public displays of affection; the only Freys in London were the kind hiding for her father. This time she was able to smile not with nervous laughter but with the honesty that everything was okay for now, and this was acceptable. She rolled her eyes sarcastically. “Yes, after an angry drink though, I think.”
She knew Edmure was shrugging the matter of Brynden aside in favour of pretending to be okay, but it wasn’t the case. She liked Brynden, she liked him a lot, and it hurt that things weren’t running smoothly. The last thing she ever expected from the Tullys was a rift, but that being said the night she had met Edmure was not exactly a picture-perfect family gathering with smiles all round. It was strange, but it felt as though they were back at the beginning all over again.
Renly’s office was a few floors up; they called for the elevator and Roslin slipped her hand into Edmure’s while they waited for it to arrive. “You know, you don’t need any of them anymore. Things have changed. You’ve changed. You’re not the arrogant heir to a business passed on to someone else.” She nudged him playfully. “You could be CEO. You could just own your own damn business if you like. So long as I get to live the life of luxury and you don’t trade me in for a younger model when I reach 40.”
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don’t worry babe i am in te exact same situation, i had to physically force myself to write today because people had been waiting for too long :( it’s the worst, hugs
It really is I hate it I can’t write anythinggg and I’ll get ideas but can’t lay them out oh it’s just asdfghjkl;lgfdsdfghjk;
JUST SO YOU KNOW I’M STILL HERE AND I AM THE WORST BUT I’M STILL HERE. You know when you just can’t write? That is a thing. But tomorrow… tomorrow I will make the effort and write I will try so hard okay I’m sorry :’)
