Lady Grey Coulbourne

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La scène se déplaçait rapidement dans le chaos. Avant qu'elle ne sache ce qui se passait, Grey était emmené par Nyle et Sir Jory dans la foule frénétique. Elle n'a pas pu avoir la vision de la tête sanglante du roi qui la regardait à blanc de derrière les paupières à moitié fermées sur ses genoux. Le sang, refroidi et collant, ne faisait que s'infiltrer dans les couches de sa robe. Il y avait une tache pourpre qui s'épanouit sur ses cuisses et sur ses jambes, bien qu'elle ait réussi à atteindre ses jambes et à s'éclabousser sur sa poitrine. Il y avait même quelques gouttelettes tachetées sur son visage.
Les gens, terrifiés et brouillés, poussés et poussés, tous essayant d'aller ou venir, remplis de la nécessité de faire quelque chose. Parce qu'il fallait faire quelque chose, n'est-ce pas? Le roi avait été assassiné. Qu'il s'agisse de courir vers leur famille, d'essayer d'échapper à l'horreur ou de se déplacer inconsidérément entre les gens, il faut agir. Grey a dû se battre pour rester debout, et encore moins avec sa famille.
Perdre leur trace était inévitable. Un moment, elle suivait Sir Jory et Nyle, la main de sa cousine s'emparant du poignet. La suivante, elle trébuchait sur le côté, essayant désespérément de ne pas tomber et d'être écrasée par la foule. Un grand homme d'âge moyen l'avait poussée dedans, délogeant la poignée de Nyle. Elle vit son cousin regarder en arrière, les yeux larges, avant de le perdre dans la mer des gens. Le courant repoussa Grey, jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit enfin libérée de la mafia.
Grey regarda autour de lui, désespérément pour trouver sa famille. Mais elle était trop petite pour voir au-dessus de la foule, et chaque seconde sir Jory et Nyle ne la laissaient que plus loin. Elle a crié leurs noms, mais sa voix a été perdue dans le tonnerre des voix, tout en criant et en appelant pour leurs propres proches.
Grey était vaguement consciente du fait qu'elle tremblait. Elle avait besoin de les retrouver, elle avait besoin de rentrer chez elle avec ses filles, elle avait besoin d'enlever le sang du roi mort d'elle et de ne pas voir ses yeux blancs et la tête roulante.
Elle s'est retournée et a couru aussi vite qu'elle le pouvait loin de la foule. Peut-être qu'elle pourrait trouver...
Sa pensée demi-formée a été interrompue quand elle a trébuché directement dans un homme grand, étrangement calme. Un rocher stable dans un océan agité, Grey ne pouvait s'empêcher de l'utiliser pour se stabiliser. Elle a regardé vers le haut pour voir un visage familier – Lord Jeyco Swan, le gagnant du tournoi. Sauf que... ce n'était pas un seigneur du tout. La mémoire de sa bannière s'est manifestée dans son esprit alors qu'elle le regardait. L'os blanc kraken, rouge teinté de sang sur un drapeau noir. Le même sang l'a tachée.
Pirate.
Ses yeux s'élargissent avec la réalisation. Il... Il l'avait fait. Il ne l'avait pas fait. Il avait tué le roi et a roulé sa tête dans cette terrible bannière comme un taquin épouvantable quand il a gagné le tournoi.
Elle a pris un pas en arrière bégaiant de lui, les yeux toujours verrouillés sur son un. Ses lèvres se sont séparées pour crier, appeler ou accuser... mais aucun son ne l'a échappée. Elle ne pouvait le regarder que d'un regard stupéfait, abandonné par sa voix.
Grey Coulbourne

Revenge has never healed a wound.

◾ Name:
Lady Grey Isadora Dalisini Coulbourne
"Lady Fair"
“Isa"
"Bastard Bearer"
"The Forest Whore"
◾ Age:
19
◾ Gender:
Female
◾ Sexuality:
Bisexual
◾ Origins:
Vaernin Forest
◾ Residence:
In the process of moving to Hyland’s Keep

◾ Joyful ◾ Guileless ◾ Resilient ◾ Impulsive ◾
◾ Personality:
In spite of her name, Grey has always been someone of boundless warmth and joy, never one to love in finite amounts. Her kind, sunny demeanor earned her the affectionate nickname of 'Lady Fair' among the common folk of the forest. But with her kindness comes an eagerness to see and believe in the best in people. Grey is someone unfit for the deception and intrigue of court simply because she's too naive to question other's intentions, and too compassionate to cut someone else down to further her own ends.
Grey is an impulsive adventurer and an incorrigible flirt, finding a game in everything she does. But while she has a reputation as a bit of a rascal, she's surprisingly easy to silence. A raised voice, a stern look, and Grey is still and submissive, too meek to push back. But once it's passed, it's usually not long before Grey is back to her warm, playful ways. What she lacks in force in the face of adversity, she makes up for with sheer resilience.
◾ Role & Career:
Only daughter to Lord and Lady Coulbourne
◾ Hobbies & Interests:
Archery
Exploration
Singing
Dancing
◾ Likes & Dislikes:
+Her daughters
+The outdoors
+Good food
+Good drink
+Good company
+Running
-Isolation
-Selfishness
-Arrogance
-Politics
-Large bodies of water
-Yelling
◾ Other:
A terrible cook, but can tell the quality of individual ingredients based on the taste of a dish
5'2" (157cm)
Never learned how to swim

◾ Family Members:
Lord and Lady Coulbourne – parents
Three trueborn brothers
Linara and Fayne Oak – daughters
Doran Trynne – ex-lover, deceased
Tiras Sky – fiancé
◾ Biography:
Lady Grey Isadora Dalisini Coulbourne was born the second child to Lord and Lady Coulbourne of Vaernin Forest, and their only daughter. Their's was a sternly religious, almost militant household, one that pushed for excellence and discipline, and accepted nothing less than the best. Perhaps this harsh upbringing was what drove Grey to mischief and adventuring, searching for some escape from her regimented home. Too impulsive, too honest, too warm, she was always the black sheep of her well-kept family.
And so, it really should've surprised no one when she gave her heart too easily to a man who didn't deserve it.
Doran Trynne was handsome, charming, and just the right amount of dangerous. And oh, how she loved him for it. He only loved her last name and the feeling it gave him to know that he'd managed to catch her. But Grey couldn't look past her idealism to see that. Predictably, he played with her, used her, and left her, but not before planting seeds of life within her. It was her younger brother Orin who found her crying, curled beneath an oak tree after being missing for two days. Between her tears, Grey whispered the truth to him: she loved Doran, and he was gone. She'd told him of their future child, and he'd left after a thunderous rage. Orin was quiet for a long moment as he looked at her. Then without a word, he helped her to her feet, and escorted her home.
Her parents took the news as well as could be expected. That is to say, not well at all. As they yelled and glowered and bemoaned their luck at having such a disgraceful, foolish daughter, Orin snuck away. It wasn't until three days later, after Doran Trynne had been found dead at a riverbank with an arrow through his chest, that Grey's little brother returned home.
Grey was hidden from sight for nearly a year, but in that time rumor festered through the forest. Lord and Lady Coulbourne carried the disgrace of having a foolish, unmarried mother for a daughter. Scandal stained their name with every whispered name and drunken speculation.
When Grey finally gave birth, it was to two tiny girls, Fayne and Linara. Her parents wanted to abandon them to the forest and let nature take its course. But then Grey did something she'd never done before: she spoke against them. Though by no means an obedient child, Grey had always submitted whenever her parents raised their hackles.
But exhausted and impassioned, Grey finally fought back. And they conceded to allowing the bastard twins to live.
She entrusted her girls to a household servant, Liliana, her oldest friend (and first unrequited crush). Grey gave them enough money to hide away at the far edge of the forest, away from rumor and speculation. The two women exchanged letters weekly, idle gossip mixed with news of the two young girls' daily lives and development. Grey's heart was in a constant flux of crumbling apart and sewing itself back up again. Sadness at being separated warred with the sheer joy of knowing her girls were alive and cared for, and the hope at being with them again.
Then her parents told her that they'd arranged for her to marry one of the Hyland bastards. Grey was to be sent to Corevial to attend the princess' festival with an entourage to represent House Coulbourne, and then from there return with House Hyland to Mount Promonon. The scandal surrounding her had grown too shameful, and even though she showed no hint that she'd been pregnant, even though no one knew of her daughters, her family name could not bear the burden of her mistakes. And so she was to be sent away, to the mountains, and hopefully the forest would forget. Her daughters were not to go with her – if they were seen together it'd only reignite the rumors they were trying to douse.
Grey could weather her family's shame. She could adapt to a marriage with a man she'd never met. But she will not be kept from her daughters.