Roose Bolton | Lydia RP

 Name. Roose Bolton

Family. Ramsay Bolton, Bastard son.

Books and Shows. Main storyline. Game Of Thrones. Though with how I play him he could fall anywhere on the timeline. MUWAHAHA

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"Something troubling you, My Lord?" The dark haired maiden came closer from his side and just behind, having seen him in a state of contemplation.

Syria wasn't as well known as they rest of her....family, but she was a curious sort of person and often wandered about the roads and hills of this new place alone. She having learned much about those that lived or ruled nearby and had come to seek a space in the Bolton's household...for a time. Who else to better stumble upon to ask such a request, than the Lord, himself?

"Forgive me. You seemed deep in thought. Was there anything I might help you with?"

 

The idiot! In all honesty it took a good deal of patience and biting his own tongue not to grow quick to anger with the young fool! His methods were questionable! He clearly had not the stomach for war yet thought himself a leader! Staring across the field that was still soaked of blood despite many of the carts having left Roose had only become aware of the female once she'd spoken. Mainly because he merely suspected the soft footsteps to be one of many healers and morticians out seeing to the dead and injured. His gaze shifted towards her finally, his expression null of much more than frustration and he seemed to eye her for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"Nothing that can be helped. No offense" He finally informed her before giving the field one last glance, his eyes moving back to where she stood. Not another word was spoken as he still assumed she was one of the healers who'd strayed to check on him. She wouldn't have been the first and he was soon heading back for where he'd left one of his men and their horses.

 

Syria had nodded at the Lord's words but was unsure exactly how to proceed. She was a healer, but most would not be content with her version of healing...nor likely to survive it. Being she wasn't human and her people's way of healing....well...lets just say water was involved and when one could not breathe under it...well...you get the idea. Or fire for that matter. Still, she had paid somewhat of attention when Becca and Allya had been sent to heal or to help and was sure she could at least give comfort to those who needed it if not heal them. For her empathy was more where her power lay.

Pausing only a moment, she turned quickly upon her heel and walked after Roose. Calling out again. "My Lord...a moment please?" She asked as she caught up to him and offered a small smile.

"I had heard that you were looking for help. About your Keep and the stables? I have come to see if that were true." She tried not to blush for she wasn't very good with dealing with people. "I might not look like much, but I am strong and will work hard if there is a job to be done. Have you any positions open?" She inquired.

 

Oh absolute hell! Could he not get even a moments peace or in the least make it back to camp without such bothersome shit! Still he merely shared a look with his man who sat in wait before slowly turning, back towards her with a raised eyebrow as she merely began rambling. How has she managed to track him down!? Here!? Well, perhaps it wasn't uncommon knowledge who he traveled with and if she'd briefly seen them she could have hung around long enough to seek him out. Seemed likely enough so he didn't questioned it.

"I have two several. Though I'd prefer to have someone to tend to the war horses as I believe for now it's a bit quiet up north. Most of the horses are with us..." He replied all to bluntly nodding to the distance where the thick trees just managed to shroud their camp. Though for the most part there was still soldiers coming and going from that area so it was obvious where it was.

"However, I will not lie to you. I had hoped to find a boy for both you understand?" He informed her making sure she understood that was she was asking was honestly a bit far fetched. Uncommon to say the least however, he was also in need of ... Someone else. Someone he could trust however and to do that he would need to give her and a few of his other men and servants awhile in service before he chose for that. "Do you have any experience? I might be convinced to overlook your other, qualifications if that be the case" He finally decided after a brief moment of quick thought. Frankly, her being around would certainly help his men should she actually know what she was doing. Less work to do when they need be resting and preparing to travel and keep on the move.

 

Hearing of his answer and then the following words, Syria attempted not to look affronted at not being exactly what was expected. Everyone was always looking for a boy or a man to do the work needed. As if the idea of a capable woman able to handle the same job was an unheard of idea. But she kept such thoughts off her face and out of her eyes as she nodded at his question.

"I do. Have experience with horses, Sir. War horses in particular."

It wasn't a total lie. She had worked with Allya in the same King's stables before for many, many years. Learning as she went. And while she couldn't 'talk' to them like Allya could, she could no less interpret their moods and desires and see what needed to be done, done.

"I used to work in a King's stables. For many years. I learned much under his head grooms tutelage." The fact that that 'groom' had been a woman, she left out as well.

 

A rather impressed look crossed his face for a moment. He'd half expected her to claim she'd had horses and somehow that made her knowledgeable. Still, it was pleasantly surprising. "Well, then forgive me for my quick judgements. I will offer you work, on a trial bases" He replied, making sure to note his mind could still change should she prove to be less than what she described or for whatever reason she wasn't a good fit. Women could be hard to have for long out here, whether it be the harsh weather or traveling or even the men causing her issues or vice versa. So he had to still be a bit leery to the idea if anything for her sake.

"I'll need you to start at your earliest convenience. Should you need to fetch your things do so, and meet me at my tent by tonight at the latest" He informed her, not bothering to waste anytime caring for whether she had questions as he could deal with that at a later time. Instead he was already turning and moving to mount his horse, taking the reigns from his man before his eyes went to her once more as if to make sure she was in agreement. She'd certainly seemed desperate enough with how she'd found him.