A royal Demeanor (Illu x Ibept)

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Alright heres the guy you have married


Lord John Snow of WinterFell


Age 17 (Crowning at 18)

Not the greatest sheet, but Its the basics

 

[Jelly x Filled x Donut]

For lack of a better picture


Eliza/Elizabeth Winterfell (Formerly Nightenstalk)


age 16 (crowned along with husband)

 

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Jon snow walked around the halls of the castle. He was restless. It was his 18th birthday tomorrow, the same day he would be crowned king king of Winterfel, his life long home. He was clinging his fists hardly, his vains clearly visible. He was shaking horribly, sweat forming beats on his forehead. He was clearly troubled by the day to come.


The castle itself was buzzing with life, the cooks was preparing dishes, the servants, making the tables for the day long feast. Everyone was on edge. The castle had not had to house this many guest for almost a century, but it was a welcomed vp change, though it was expected to only last a day, before returning to its prior situation, and thus, much of the current staff was hired only for this occasion.