Valkyrie's stormy eyes surveyed the lively court area and nearly grimaced. There was something about interacting with other people that made her cringe. It wasn't her fault, of course, Valkyrie simply did not enjoy the idea of befriending people that would throw her glares and use her. She knew that not all people were like that, but she wouldn't be bale to tell the difference until their dark, greedy minds were upon her and trying to drain her of every resource the could. As soon as she had arrived, she was separated from her parents -- they were stolen up by other Lords and Ladies that insisted that they catch up -- and her brother, though she had no idea where he ran off to, seeing as he didn't often leave her side without her knowing.

Alone in the sea of bodies, Valkyrie strolled around through the crowd, avoiding eye contact with most people. Surely she looked like a young, lost soul, but she didn't care. She scanned the crowds for the face of her brother, but his mane of red hair was nowhere in sight. She would just have to catch up with him later, she thought to herself as she brushed her own hair out of her face and tucked it neatly behind her ears as she approached the floor full of people. In the back of her mind she couldn't help but wonder whether or not her betrothed was hiding amongst the crowd. Father had only told her that soon he would come to agreement with one of the neighboring Houses, but which he did not say.

Safe in Riverrun, Valkyrie often thought about the faceless man. She wondered what it would be like when she was finally betrothed or when she journeyed to her new home for the very first time, really. She knew that there were things that were going to be changing the the coming months. A rebellion was always rumored since the reign of the last king was still hanging around and there was something about it that Valkyrie could not bring herself to like. She often worried about her brother, her mother, all of the Riverlands.

They lessor lords of the Riverlands were arriving today, she heard. They were coming to Riverrun to discuss important matters revolving around the rebellion, though she had no idea whether or not that meant involvement for her family. Simply because she was the eldest child did not mean she was privy to all of her father's choices.

"They have arrived, Lady Tully," one of her guards told her, "Your father Lord Tully wishes that you see yourself well as you greet them" Valkyrie nodded slightly and cast one last outward look over the doors of the castle leading out of the crowded and turned on her heel to follow her guard to the honored guests.

In the corner of Riverrun's hall sat Tytus Lannister, who had stopped over on his way back to King's Landing from Casterly Rock. He had come unannounced and thankfully remained unnoticed and unheeded for the time being. Huddled away in his corner he was sitting and drinking, drinking and sitting... but mostly drinking. Gaudy and flamboyant as these people were in their sense of dress they were no doubt some of the most boring cretins that he had ever had the displeasure of clapping eyes upon. There were certain exceptions. Lord and Lady Tully who were currently at the epicentre of a maelstrom of nobles that he had neither the inclination nor the patience to navigate were two such people. As luck would have it the hall was graced by another such person in the form of Lady Valkyrie Tully, one of the few other nobles in the myriad of Westerosian Houses that Tytus found to be tolerable and indeed enjoyable company.

She had come with a small escort, but thankfully it seemed as though she was not the object of any particular notice. This was likely to change and so he decided to move quickly and quietly so as not to alert anyone to his own presence. 'M'lord?' The servant boy to whom he'd given a glistening gold dragon to that he might ferry him a steady supply of wine moved with him. 'Where are you going?'

'We're going to save the young Tully maid from drowning.' Sticking to the edge of the room, shadowed by the mezzanine above which also gave him pillars to move between. The lengths I go to for family.

'Another cup boy.' The servant obliged, quickly pouring a second cup which Tytus proceeded to hold out in the open as Valkyrie passed nearby, quickly sliding around the pillar in to her sight bearing a broad smile as he did.