Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5583506-20150319222117

The elderly woman peered up at the throne before her. "Is... is that Bitvarg the Elder's daughter?" she croaked.

"That is Matriarch Valkyrie Ghost-Wolf, that is correct", confirmed one of the old woman's guards by whispering in his clanleaders ear.

"Hmm... She looks thin and frail. Unfit to carry any babies by the looks of it." Haridsvari shot her head slightly forward. "Are you sure that's not a man? She has rather short hair for a girl. Is it Varg Ghost-Wolf perhaps?"

One of the guards sighed, apparently slightly annoyed by having to correct his Matriarch each and every day. "Varg Ghost-Wolf has been dead since fourteen years, Matriarch."

Haridsvari looked confused. "Is he now? Shame. The boy had potential. Not like this scrawny creature."

"Matriarch!" hissed one of her guards.

Valkyrie kept herself calm. It was hard to be mad at senile old women, or so she kept telling herself. "It's nice to see you that have kept your health, Matriarch Haridsvari", she said. "I feel honoured to have you witnessing my wedding."

"Wedding?!" croaked Haridsvari and tilted her head, as if she was unsure she had heard the right thing. "I thought this was a matter of war!"

"There will be a council held immediately after the wedding, Matriarch", said one of her guards, still reminding her.

"Hmph!" muttered the woman as she began to wander off towards the noble quarters for the more esteemed guests and visitors of the hall. "Very well. But there better be some damn juniper berry cake at that damned wedding. Can't eat what all these furry mongrels are having."

"Patriarch Sha'Anxi of Clan Wraith's Paw!" announced the door guard next.

A young male Khajiit who couldn't have been more than sixteen years old, entered the hall with shy smile and escorted by heavily armored Khajiits, all of them looked anything but friendly.