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Roslin Tully

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<div class="letter1">S</div>unlight came peeking through the window and the beams fell on Roslin’s face pulling her out of a deep sleep. She groaned a little bit and kept her eyes closed. She wasn’t ready to wake up, it seemed like no matter how much she slept she was always tired and she wasn’t willing to give up any minutes of sleep because of a gap in her curtains. A large hand was resting on her hip, but it was alright she knew who belonged to the hand, it was her husband Edmure. If she was being honest she hadn’t thought her husband was actually going to spend all night with her. She thought that he would come to her, or summon her claim his rights and then they’d go their separate ways, but from the first night on Edmure had stayed in her bed and she actually liked it, and on the few nights when Edmure didn’t come to her she found she had a harder time falling asleep. <p>

The sun wasn’t going anywhere, and even when Roslin squeezed her eyes shut tighter it was still there. The only way she was going to be able to fix this problem was by moving herself. She slowly started to turn so she was resting on her hip instead of her back. Normally she would have just flipped over but since Edmure was holding her she went slowly so she didn’t wake him. He looked so peaceful while he was sleeping and she thought that he needed his sleep. Besides, whenever he woke up in her bed he ended up wanting to take her and even if she enjoyed it that meant she was awake and she really wanted to keep sleeping, at least for a little bit. Edmure stayed asleep and even rolled with her so he was holding her against his chest with his arms still around her waist. She felt their skin pressed together and it made her give a little sigh of contentment as she rested her head into the pillow and starting to drift back to sleep. <p>

But then his hands started wandering. Roslin opened her eyes again expecting his hands to find her breats. That’s where they usually ended up and since they had become much more sensitive he had seemed much more interested in them. Roslin knew it was because she was carrying a child. She had it confirmed by the Maester after her conversation with Walda but she had sworn him to secrecy. She wanted to be the one to tell Edmure even if she didn’t know when or how to do it. Or when. <p>

All she could think about was how upset and uncaring her father had been whenever a new Frey was born. He might have been kind and caring for the first few, but Roslin hadn’t been around for that. All she knew was that pregnancies led to anger and sometimes death. She wished that she had a mother she could ask about these things, but her mother had been one of the casualties of pregnancies. Things were so good with Edmure right now and even if she really wanted to be a mother she didn’t know how he felt about being a father and she didn’t want things to go downhill. A soft moan slipped out of her lips as hands continued to wander. They grazed up her body. She held her breath a little as they climbed up past her stomach and breathed a little sigh of relief when they continued up. <p>

But then the stopped and they went right back to her stomach. Roslin had been left naked from the night before and without the benefit of her dresses, or the dark or Edmure being interested in other things her belly had a very noticeable bump to it. He had been a little worried about how big it was so soon, but the maester had told her it was just because she had a big strong boy in there, Roslin didn’t know how it was possible to know that yet but it gave her some comfort as she kept having to loosen the laces of her dress. <p>

Edmure’s hands stayed on her belly and even ran over it feeling the curve and it made Roslin’s breath catch and the longer his hands stayed on her belly the more she started thinking he knew that something was going on , or at least that something was different. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity Roslin cleared her throat a little. “Good...Good Morning Edmure.”






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<div class="letter1"> R</div>oslin took in a deep breath to steady her nerves. She had felt a knot her belly from the moment she had stepped foot in Riverrun and it had only gotten worse as her wedding day got closer. She was happy that they only had a day to wait, but she wished that she had had a chance to meet Lord Edmure before the wedding, but she hadn’t been allowed. That scared her. It made her think maybe the Walders had been right and Lord Edmure was upset about their upcoming wedding. Her life was miserable at the twins and it was looking like her life was going to be miserable at Riverrun. Her father had terrified her before she left telling her she needed to have children as soon as she could, and as much as that had scared she thought that was an alright plan. She may never love or be loved by her husband but she could put all her love and focus into her children and being the best mother that she could be. She was pretty sure she could have been content with that life. Just as long as she had someone to love. <p>

The worse part was she had been excited for her marriage. The Tullies were supposed to be good people. They were a family that was supposed to be known for it’s duty and honor. It sounded like everything that Roslin had ever wanted. But then the Walders had gotten a hold of her. They had ruined that. They had told all about how Edmure Tully was known for his hot temper and his appetite for women. They had her convinced that she would never be able to please Edmure, that paired with her father’s warnings had Roslin terrified of what was waiting for her on the other side of that door. She would have rather just rather stayed in the small room off the chamber she was currently standing in, and just lived the rest of her life in this tiny room. It wasn practical but it would have been better to having to live her life with a man that she was terrified of. <p>’

At least her father hadn’t been able to make the trip. It was her oldest brother Perwyn that was standing next t her. It was Perwyn that offinger her his arm and telling her that it was time to go. She hesitated for a moment before putting her arm on his and sighing. Perwyn was saying something that was supposed to be comforting but Roslin couldn’t hear him over the thumping of her heart. The walk down the aisle was both too long too long because people were staring at her and too short because what was waiting for her at the end. She managed to look up and realize that Edmure Tully was standing there. He had a handsome face but he was scowling which did nothing to help her concern.Every step she took had her stomach twisting more and she could feel something burning under her eyelids and she realized that the fear had made her weep as she was being presented to to her future husband. <p>

Perwyn let got of her arm and pushed the thin piece of lace on her aunts had insisted she wore back and off her face. He gave her a little kiss on the cheek before turning her around and unclasping the grey cloak with the two towers embroidered on it’s back before stepping aside and leaving Roslin with Lord Edmure. Roslin bit on her lip to try and stop herself from crying but she wasn’t able to. He was tall so she had to lift her head to look at him with her big brown eyes full of fear. “H-H-Hello my lord.” she whispered in a soft quiet voice. They didn’t really have time to talk but Roslin had been educated in the Vale and she knew how to be a lady and she needed to greet him even if she felt like turning around and running.<p><p>

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» <b>name:</b> Roslin Janna Tully<br>
» <b>title:</b> Lady<br>
» <b>age:</b> Eightteen <Br>
» <b>birthday:</b> First Day of the Sixth Moon <Br>
» <b>sexuality:</b> Straight<br>
» <b>relationship status:</b> Married <br>
» <b>kingdom:</b> Riverlands<br>
» <b>house loyalties:</b> House Tully<br>
» <b>occupation:</b> Riverrun Lady<br>
» <b>membergroup:</b> Riverlands<br>
» <b>face claim:</b> Lily Collins<p>
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» <b>mother:</b> Bethany Rosby Frey<br>
» <b>father:</b> Walder Frey<br>
» <b>siblings:</b> Perwyn Frey, Benfrey Frey, Willamen Frey, Olyver Frey (Brothers)<Br>
» <b>partner:</b> Edmure Tully Husband <br>
» <b>children:</b> Unknown Trout in her Belly<br>
» <b>others:</b> There are a million Freys please don’t make me list them all<br>
» <b>pets:</b> none<br>

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There are some children that are born to great fanfare and celebration. Especially to noble families. I am sure that I wasn’t. By the time was born my father had already fathered 22 children and some of them had been married and had their own children. Even I wasn’t the first child to come from my mother, I was the fifth. She died giving birth to me so the one person I might have been joyed at my birth was taken because of it. I don’t even know if my father cared, because I was soon handed off to an Aunt to care for me and my father was remarried and filling someone else with babies. I don’t know who was the one who decided to name me Roslin, but I am glad they picked that instead of Walda <p>
The twins was not a happy place to grow up. My father was a tyrant and a cruel one at that. Almost everyone lived in fear of him. Women were especially scared of him. Since I was daughter I was safe from him. But there were cousins that looked at me, especially when I started growing and seemed to take after my mother more then my father and managed to avoid the weasel look that a lot of Freys had to carry around. Thankfully my brothers were able to help take care of me, as well as my Aunt Deana. My Aunt took me in and raised me alongside her own daughter. I think it’s safe to say that everything I learned about being a girl I learned from Aunt Deana. <p>

I had two escapes from my dreary life at the twins. The first was the grounds around the twins. It wasn’t the prettiest of castles but there were always interesting things I could find to play with. I loved putting on my oldest of dresses of playing in the Green Fork. I always tried my best to not disturb the animals but I loved the flowers. They were fun to collect and I almost always had fresh flowers in my room so I could see them as soon as I opened my eyes. The second thing was music. I loved playing a lap harp and singing. Some of my cousins and siblings would tease me but most of them said I had a good voice and left me alone. Sometimes, it was good to be part of such a large crowd. <p>

Life was rather dull at the Twins. Even when people came to see us they did so only because they had to. There were very few people who were at the twins because they wanted to be there. Then when I was ten my Aunt arranged for me and my cousin Fair Walda to live with her family in The Vale. They were to teach us the feminine arts. It took me a while but I finally realized it was because Walda and I were the prettiest of the Freys and could be used to entice husbands better then those who looked like Lord Walder. I didn’t mind that we were getting all polished up for men because it would have been a great way to escape the Twins, and I actually enjoyed the lessons. They allowed me to practice my music and it was just quiet and peaceful, which was something that the Twins never was. We spent three years there and they were three very happy years, but like all good things it had to come to an end and Walda and I were sent back to the Twins. When we were at the twins it was like things were before we left, only worse because I knew that there were things and places out there that were better then what I was used to. I rarely left my room after returning from The Vale and I am not sure if anyone noticed for a while. <p>

Three years passed and my father kept complaining that he had too many children and grandchildren to even start thinking of trying to find mates for. And yet he kept getting married and having more children. Anytime anyone suggested he stopped taking wives he would snap at them so soon people stopped saying anything and everyone started just waiting for him to die. I never wished im dead but I did wish he would be kinder. For as long as I could remember my father was threatening to try and overtake the riverlands. He even tried it once and even got the attention of King Rhaegar. I don't know the exact deatals and I didn't care for them. All I cared about was the fact that I was going to marry Edmure Tully. I may have not known him, but it was a permanent escape from The Twins and Riverrun always seemed like such a pretty castle and a Tully was high match, probably the highest a Frey has had in a long time. I remember dancing around my room holding up swatches of red and blue to face to see how I would look in Tully colors and practicing saying Lady Roslin Tully<p>

My excitement was short lived though. It wasn’t long after my betrothal was announced that some of my crueler were cousins were teasing me. I was told about how Edmure TUlly’s temper and his womanizing ways. I was too frail and lacked the curves of a true woman and the Riverlord wasn’t going to lack me. I wanted to think that they were teasing me but after weeks I started to believe it and was scared of my husband, even though we had never met. It was only got worse when Lord Hoster died and the wedding was pushed back. But the day approached and soon I had a new wardrobe and it was being packed into trunks and me and a small (for House Frey) Party was going to Riverrun. <p>

My father didn’t go with us, and it was my oldest brother Perwyn who was going to be giving me Lord Edmure. However, even though my father didn’t come he still managed to ruin the day for me. I was getting ready to leave when I was summoned to my father’s solar. I can’t remember his exact words but he told me that I needed to please Edmure and he didn’t care if it killed me but his grandson would be the next Lord of Riverrun. He told me that if I failed to do this he would send men to kill me, and replaces with another Frey girl. I may have been prettier than most but I wasn’t special or unique in anyway. It was because of his words paired with my cousins that had me shaking in fear as I was presented to Lord Edmure. <p>

My wedding and the feast were a blur of fear. I don’t think I spoke, ate or drank. I just sat there wishing it was over but also wishing it would never end because I knew that the bedding was coming. The jokes during the bedding made me scared and embarrassed and I was nearly naked when I was pushed into Edmure’s room. I was scared staying up at the tall redheaded man. I was surprised when he treated me kindly and was gentile as he guided me through consummating our marriage. I was no longer scared of him and in fact I felt much more comfortable with Edmure Tully then I ever did at The Twins. <p>

We have been married for about two months. We are still getting to know each other, but I am happy with him. He is kind to me in a way that no one was at The Twins and even though I used to fear the thought of going to his bed I find he is always gentle with me. I pray every night to feel a child in my belly. Not for my father and not even really for Edmure, although I would love to to tell him he is going to be a father, but for me. I have little interest in politics and power, all I want is a family. I want to be a good wife and good mother. I just want to be happy.



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