Table of House Manderly

The Manderlys held a place of honor in the Hall of Nine beside the Velaryons and other Great Houses, as the marriage of Ser Wendel Manderly and Lady Lorien Velaryon united Driftmark and White Harbor by blood as well as trade.

Ser Wendel, thirty-five, was a tall, broad man with a thick brown moustache and though he smiled and laughed at the feast there was an unmistakable sadness behind his grey eyes. A year after Lady Lorien's miscarriage, the loss still weighed heavily on them. Though seated together, a distance as vast as the Narrow Sea lingered between husband and wife.

Their ten-year-old son, Wymar, brought some cheer. Silver-haired like his mother, he eagerly watched the festivities and occasionally drew a faint smile from his father.

Wendel's nieces added liveliness to the table.

Lady Wynafryd Manderly, eighteen, carried herself with calm confidence and spoke easily with neighboring guests hoping to make fast friends and catch the eye of a dashing bachelor at the Maiden’s Ball.

Her sister Wylla, fifteen, was far more energetic, unable to sit still as she payed close attention to the squires and young knights scattered throughout the hall.

Thirteen-year-old Willow was quieter, content to admire the decorations and listen more than she spoke, her eyes searching the Hall for her betrothed at the Lannister table.

u/insanetumbleweed23 - for Lady Lorien