Brienne flopped on her bed, totally exhausted. It hadn't been all that long of a ride from her home fief of Goldenlake, but she was tired nonetheless. Perhpas because she had been up all night packing. She tended to procrastinate, a character flaw she was trying to work on. The girl gazed despondently at her 3 trunks. She had tried to inform her mother that there was no need for this abundance of clothes, but Chavi of Goldenlake was determined that her daughter be the best dressed girl at the palace. As if Brienne would wear half the clothes her mother had had made for her. The new page decided to unpack her clothing. She was not vain, but she didn't like wearing wrinkled clothing either.

She chose a trunk at random and opened it. The strong scent of perfume greeted her nose. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. It was damp with the smelly liquid. Brienne wadded up the shirt and threw it into a far corner of the room. "Oh Gods." She moaned. Digging frantically through the trunk, a shard of glass from the shattered perfume bottle met her finger and slit it. Brienne gasped pulling her hand from the trunk, then she groaned. her hand was dripping blood onto a good white tunic. She quickly grabbed a handkerchief to staunch the blood. Perhaps she could dye the tunic red. Or brown. Something that would hide the bloodstain.

The girl finished unpacking in almost record time. Surprising since one of her fingers was wrapped in the bulky handkerchief. ((Now I have very little knowledge of the layout of the page's quarters, so I'm making this up. If I'm wrong, please tell me.)) She looked at the small closet she would share with her roommate. She had taken up at least 2/3 of the space with her clothes and her dresser was stuffed to overflowing. She could only hope her unknown roommate had fewer possessions.

Even more tired at this point, Brienne collapsed onto her bed in a heap. The moment her head touched the pillow she was fast asleep.