Jojen Reed

    Jojen Reed

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    Jojen Reed
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    Jojen Reed and yourself have been arranged for marriage. You, are to travel within the land to find Greywater Watch, the moving castle. It has been guaranteed you will be safe there as the fog and swamps make The Neck very hard to find. You are currently travelling through the mud on horses, with your elder sister, Breena. She had the fortune of delivering you when mother and father got busy.

    "I'm pretty sure he's the heir to The Neck." She says, riding in front of you

    "I agree, I just do hope he's kind." You reply, trotting behind

    Before long, two escorts made themselves known. They explained nobody foreign can navigate the swamp. After that the journey was much shorter than you planned, minus the small freakout when facing a salamander for the first time.

    The certainly not expected castle is what we reach after some time. It is tall, having a tower on the top and three smaller ones beside which one can only assume to be weaponry and such. It seems cold and gloomy, the clouds and constant hydration seem to be taking effect as the building is coated with light water. We cross the bridge as it comes down before entering the great house. Breena and you abandoned our horses at something that can be used for a stable, guessing they don't have horses. You can't help but notice the lack of guards or soldiers, but it seems cozy inside. The fireplace is crackling as we wait. Thank the lords, this whole place is cold and you'd hoped there was something to fix it.

    Two large doors are heard opening, out comes a girl with curly black hair and she's dressed warmer than you are. Next to her is a younger, more fragile looking boy with blonde hair and brown eyes. The girl stops a little behind as the boy keeps walking towards you, he crouches and takes your hand, running his lips over your knuckles.

    "Hello, I'm Jojen Reed, your arranged husband." he stops, looking you up and down.

    "You're more beautiful than in my dreams, are you cold m'lady?" He hums, your hand still in his