Bab 28: Price of Oppulance
As the Starks stepped into the lavish halls of Sinclair Snow's court party, they found themselves awestruck by the opulence that surrounded them. Everywhere they looked, there were signs of wealth and extravagance, from the gilded decorations to the fine fabrics adorning the guests.
Comparing it to the other Winterborne parties they had attended, the Starks couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer scale of Sinclair Snow's festivities. Where other Winterborne parties had been grand affairs in their own right, Sinclair's was in a league of its own, a dazzling display of wealth and power that surpassed anything they had ever seen before.
Robb Stark exchanged a glance with his siblings, his expression a mixture of wonder and disbelief. "I never thought I'd see the day when a Winterborne party could be even more extravagant than the last," he remarked, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.
Bran nodded in agreement, his eyes wide with fascination as he took in the sights around him. "It's like something out of a dream," he said, his voice filled with awe.
As they made their way through the throng of guests, the Starks couldn't help but marvel at the spectacle before them. Everywhere they looked, there were Winterborne nobles clad in the finest attire, their laughter and chatter filling the air with an air of celebration.
But amidst the revelry, there was an undercurrent of tension, a sense that beneath the surface of this glittering facade, there were secrets and shadows lurking in the shadows. And as the Starks mingled with the guests, they couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Sinclair Snow's court party than met the eye.
As the Starks continued to mingle at Sinclair Snow's extravagant court party, they couldn't help but notice the undercurrent of tension that hung in the air. Amidst the laughter and music, there were whispers of discontent among the Winterborne socialites, murmurs of concern that seemed to flit from one conversation to the next like shadows in the night.
Curious, Robb Stark approached a group of Winterborne nobles who were engaged in hushed conversation, their expressions grave. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low as he tried to catch their attention.
The Winterborne nobles glanced at him warily, their eyes darting nervously around the room. "It's nothing," one of them replied hastily, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just some... concerns among the lower classes."
But Robb wasn't convinced. He had heard enough to know that there was more to this than met the eye. Turning to his siblings, he relayed what he had overheard, his brow furrowed with concern.
Bran frowned, his gaze lingering on the Winterborne nobles who had been speaking in hushed tones. "Do you think we should say something to Sinclair?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Before Robb could reply, they witnessed something that sent a chill down their spines. A Winterborne noble who had been trying to bring a concern of the denizens of the underground to Sinclair's attention was abruptly dragged out of the party by a group of guards, his protests falling on deaf ears.
The Starks exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that anyone who dared to speak out against the Winterborne elite risked facing dire consequences. As they watched the noble being escorted out of the party, they couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lurked in the shadows of Sinclair Snow's court.
The Starks' unease deepened as they witnessed the harsh reality of dissent within Sinclair Snow's court. It was a sobering realization that anyone attempting to voice the concerns of the denizens of the underground risked facing dire consequences at the hands of the Winterborne elite.
As the party continued in full swing, Robb Stark couldn't shake the disturbing image of the Winterborne noble being forcibly removed from the premises. It was a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play in Sinclair's court—a world where dissent was swiftly silenced and those who dared to challenge the status quo vanished without a trace.
Gathering his siblings close, Robb spoke in hushed tones, his voice heavy with concern. "We need to be careful," he cautioned, casting a wary glance around the room. "It's clear that Sinclair and his allies will stop at nothing to maintain their grip on power."
Bran nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "But what can we do?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration.
Before Robb could respond, they caught sight of Jon Snow, his gaze fixed on a group of Winterborne socialites who were speaking in hushed whispers. Sensing an opportunity to learn more, they made their way over to him, eager to hear what he had discovered.
Jon's expression was grim as he relayed what he had overheard. "It seems that anyone who tries to bring the concerns of the underground to Sinclair's attention is swiftly dealt with," he explained, his voice barely audible over the din of the party. "They're dragged out of here and never seen again."
The Starks exchanged troubled glances, realizing the gravity of the situation they found themselves in. In a world where dissent was met with violence and opposition was silenced with impunity, they knew that they would have to tread carefully if they hoped to navigate the treacherous waters of Sinclair Snow's court. But as they stood on the fringes of the party, shadows looming ominously around them, they vowed to uncover the truth behind the disappearances and bring justice to those who had been silenced.
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
-- Power
stone