[Lydia Varden]

who do you think you are

collecting your jar of hearts

[style=width: 380px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; height: 280px; padding: 10px;]Though winter had faded into spring, the war still raged throughout Faeryn. Even in the midst of a bloody war, the sound of laughter echoed through the bed chamber of Hrothgard's King and Queen. The sound was light and girlish and, as Arya continued to laugh, Lydia couldn't help but smile. "You're too silly for your own good," the young queen said, watching with her vivid green eyes as the one year old pushed herself to her feet once more. This time, instead of falling back onto her behind, she managed to walk the short distance between her and her mother.

Practically falling against her in laughter, Arya giggled and Lydia couldn't help but wrap her arms around the child. Holding her close for a moment, she couldn't help but sight and take in Arya's sweet scent. "You're growing up too fast, Arya..." She held her close, even as Arya grew impatient and started to squirm in her arms. Giving in, Lydia released her and watched as she crawled across the floor only to use the side of her mother's vanity to pull herself to her feet.

Standing on her toes and using the vanity for balance, the blond haired child reached up and felt around before grabbing onto the handle of Lydia's ornate hair brush. It was heavy for the tot, but when she turned around with it in her hands, there was a devilishly gleam in her green eyes. Lydia had never seen such a troublesome, yet adorable child.

It wasn't exactly customary for a queen to sit upon the floor, but Lydia was alone with her daughter. With her auburn curls flowing gracefully down her back, Lydia wore a green dress, the sleeves of which hung down off of her shoulders. The smile on Lydia's face grew brighter as she watcher her beautiful daughter observe the hairbrush with such intensity that her brows furrowed together.

Getting to her feet as well, Lydia sat upon the window seat, peering out the window at the grounds bellow. Guests were arriving for the party being held in honor of Princess Arya's first birthday and she knew that, soon enough, they would have to make her entrance. Slender brows knitting together, Lydia leaned forward, seeing a man that she didn't quite recognize. He was well dressed and didn't look at all out of place, but something about him drew her attention and sent a shiver down her spine. She was so focused on the man that the sound of a crash caused her to jump, her heart practically in her throat.

"Uh-oh," came the sound of Arya's tiny voice as her mother rushed toward her. While Lydia wasn't looking, she had managed to knock her hand mirror off of the vanity. Shards of glass littered to floor and Lydia acted quickly and lifted her daughter off of the floor so she wouldn't cut herself. "Uh-oh is right..." Lydia said, letting out a sigh looking down at the mess. She had been fond of that mirror.

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[Alexander Varden]

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cause i don't wanna lose control

Alex had just gone over simple orders with the guards standing out front of the gates. He of course hadn't seen the same man that his wife had seen, hundreds of people were flooding through the doors to be a part of the only heir to the throne's first birthday. The celebration was a huge one, and was meant to be. After the death of Lydia's father, the kingdom needed something to up lift they're spirits. Dressed in formal attire, the King of Hrothgard wore his everything he was suppose to but a crown, that was something he honestly put on the least. He felt odd wearing the damn thing and probably always would. It was rightful for Lydia to wear a crown, she was a blood royal, Alex... he just married into it all.

Slipping past people on the bottom floor of the kingdom, the King knew it would be less noisy the closer he got to the chambers. It was heavily guarded and only specific people were allowed to entered past a certain place. The blond man headed straight toward the quiet area, ignoring those who were trying to get his attention.

Making his way through the twisting hallways leading to his chamber that he shared with his love, guards snapped to attention and eyed him up as he walked by. Once they realized it was the King, they lowered they're weapons and smiled weakly. Alex paid no mind to the attitude some of Lydia's men still had toward him, it was something a lot of Hrothgard felt. It was also a feeling he doubt would leave the Kingdom until he was dead.

Rounding the corner right before the chamber, Alex looked out one of the huge Victorian style windows out to the entrance of the Kingdom gates below. More and more people started to file in, all in hopes of catching a glimpse of his daughter. The King was at least glad that the Kingdom of Hrothgard's people loved Arya. They couldn't seem to get enough of her. With a small smile Alex turned and went to open the door. Just as he turned the cold metal handle he heard a shatter of glass. Just out of panic Alex pushed the door open heavily, blue eyes frantic for a moment till he saw Lydia holding Arya and a mirror broken innocently on the floor. He let out a quick short sigh and then closed the door behind him. "Here. Don't even bother with it." He said, shooing them both away while he called for a maid to come in with a broom. The King himself swept it up and made sure not a shard a glass was left on the stone floor. He didn't want either of them to step on glass and cut themselves. "Are you ready soon? Before you know it we won't even fit down there." He said with a roll of his blue eyes.
Once finished he turned toward Lydia and smiled shyly,

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[Lydia Varden]

who do you think you are

collecting your jar of hearts

[style=width: 380px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; height: 280px; padding: 10px;]Lydia jumped at the sound of someone suddenly bursting into the room, instantly relaxing when she saw her husband's face. Arya squealed excitedly at the sight of Alex, trying to wiggle out of her mother's arms so that she could get to her father. As they were shooed away from the broken glass, Lydia sat on the bed, allowing Arya to crawl across it as she kept an eye on her. "Arya broke it, I swear," she said to her husband, jokingly.

Lydia didn't take her eyes off of him as he himself cleaned up the mess, a playful gleam in her eyes. "You handle a broom quite well, your highness...." Lydia hardly ever called Alexander 'your highness' unless she was toying with him in some flirtatious way... like she was right then. Arching a slender brow, she watched him turn back to her. Arya was busy burrowing beneath the many pillows on the bed.

"I'm ready...." Lydia responded, getting to her feet and smiling. "But I think your daughter would much rather play with our pillows than attend her own party... NOT DONE

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