Kinleigh Stark
Westeros.
2 years old.
Current body: Direwolf.
Played by Frostsoul~
Kinleigh Stark stepped forward, toward the central gathering area where the common people gathered to listen to their King or Queen speak. Something didn't sit right for her to hear another Targaryen had taken the throne...not that any Stark she knew of had possessed it before; it just didn't feel right. Back when her father had been a Warden of the North, a Baratheon had been a King...or perhaps it wasn't a Baratheon and she was simply misremembering. Hell if she knew, she was a kid! Who paid attention to the political system as a small child? She knew this Tsubodai had come randomly to claim the throne. She'd never heard of him before, but apparently his son had been a previous King here and that meant he had royal blood. Something about his mother too? Maybe? Ah well, consider herself a pawn in this little game. She had no desire to lead, so had no desire to challenge him for the throne. It may not sit right with her, but she'd play along. Therefore, she was present for the meeting.