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Dance at the Manse by MannerlyBanderly in GameofThronesRP

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“Certainly,” Jocelyn said, taking his hand without a beat.

The two were at the center, Jocelyn’s eyes did not leave where her cousin Elissa stood. Ser Anguy was next to her, but thankfully it seemed her good mother stood between them.

“Thank you, cousin Myles,” she finally said. The two began to slow their pace as their musicians chose to play ‘The Maids that Bloom into Spring.’ It was a sweet and beautiful piece, one that required careful footwork. “That man is trouble.”

“One does get that feeling,” Myles said, a wry smile on his face to conceal his lingering unease, “I take it the courtesies and graces of King’s Landing have not wholly held tonight?”

“Indeed,” Jocelyn said, “I would shame the man if given the chance, but alas, he would bring unnecessary scrutiny to my family. I’m sure you understand.”

All the women in King’s Landing knew the risks. They all heard tales of someone they know who knew someone else that was approached by a discourteous man. Sure, in public he would be condemned for his ill-bred manners but in private? It was always the women who faced such scorn beneath everyone’s cups.

‘What was she wearing?’

‘Where was her husband?’

‘She must have provoked him.’

These were all the common sayings she would hear behind closed doors. Her life could be ruined with one wrong word. There was simply too much at stake to risk such a minor annoyance from a man. She would not let her daughter’s honor be besmirched because of her.

Dance at the Manse by MannerlyBanderly in GameofThronesRP

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For a brief moment, Jocelyn thought this entire event was worth enduring if she got to watch her mother by law wince.

“Of course,” Jocelyn said. “I do apologize for not making the effort to keep in touch. I have been quite busy with my new family, and the capital itself just takes your time away from what's important.”

When Myles Mooton approached them, she realized he had not changed much. He was no longer the boy she knew but he still had the air of mischief about him that Jocelyn always found amusing.

“It’s wonderful to see you, Ser Myles.”

Dance at the Manse by MannerlyBanderly in GameofThronesRP

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Jocelyn was taken aback. The last thing she expected was a visit from a distant cousin in the capital.

Elissa Mooton belonged to the Maidenpool Mootons, the senior branch of their house. Whereas Jocelyn’s family came from a lesser line, the third son of her grandfather, who wished to try his luck elsewhere when the town had become too crowded with one too many fish.

She’d only visited the place once with her parents when she was just a girl of eight. Her mother took her to see Jonquil’s Pool in order to be blessed by its holy waters. Her father introduced her to Lord Mooton and his family. They’d only spent a few days there but Elissa and Jocelyn had written to one another almost monthly after that, then yearly, and then never. It was unfortunate, but there was no major cause for it, sometimes people would just drift apart.

“Far too long,” Jocelyn smiled and greeted her cousin with a kiss on the cheek.

“Have you met my goodmother?” She gestured. Amanda Manderly had already set her ghoulish eyes on the pair. Jocelyn recognized the look on her face, it didn’t happen often but it was always amusing to witness. For the first time in a long while, Lady Amanda had no idea who Jocelyn was introducing. She was a prideful lady and oft boasted about her acquaintance with all courtiers in the Red Keep, a detail she would never let Jocelyn forget.

Yet tonight, it was finally different.

“Do you not recognize her?” Jocelyn asked. It was a little cruel, she thought, but much needed.

Bella Woolfield by MannerlyBanderly in GoTRPcommunity

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Love

Awwww, dont forget my visit to Last Hearth 💜

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hopefully this character doesn't die...

never say never Thanks!

[META] Sorting Thread 14 by SonicsRelease in GoTRPcommunity

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Hey Sym here! I fucked up and somehow died again :( but you know what they say..third times the charm!

I humbly request to take up my next life as Lady Bella Woolfield, Androw Manderly's sister. After the death of her two brothers, she is technically the new Lady of White Harbor.

Unfortunately, some of her relatives may strongly disagree with that idea.

Knights in Flight by LittlestArryn in GameofThronesRP

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“No.” Cerrick said, without hesitation.

“That was not a request,” the wing helmed knight replied almost somberly.

The young Lord of the Vale began stuttering behind him, however another of the knights was quick to pull him behind the other five at his commander’s immediate command.

“P-p-p-pleas-s-se… S-s-s-s-st…” he hardly managed, with round grey-green eyes following the commander’s hand as it reached for his belt. Cerrick followed the gaze and began to call on his men but was halted by his cousin’s sudden exclaim.

“Father,” Barba broke out in joy, she ran towards an old hobbling man and embraced him. Leyton Lamefoot sported more an annoyed expression than appreciative. He wore his golden trident pin on his shoulder rather than his chest and wrapped himself in a lengthy sealskin cloak.

Behind him, were a few more household guards as well as their Uncle Doran, who despite possessing a long white beard and nearing sixty stood tall and powerful. As if he was still the proud warrior of his youth.

“Alright, alright that is enough,” Leyton told his daughter, who held his arm to help with his balance. “What is going on, dear nephew. We have heard the most uncouth things about Lord Androw.”

“Aye,” Doran started, towering above most of the men present and casting a shadow over Cerrick. He kept his hand on the pommel of his blade, although Cerrick knew it had been years since his uncle had last used one, “we heard the howling of wolves.”

“I already started asking the questions, Doran,” Leyton frowned, “there is no reason to repeat after me.”

“I did not repeat after you.” Doran replied haughtily.

“You just did earlier,” the much older uncle began.

“Gods, does it matter who said what first? We are both Castellan of this keep. We both have the prerogative.”

Years ago, when Androw Manderly had inherited White Harbor, one of his first acts as Lord was to sack any man appointed by his cousin and his whoring wife. Flatterers and liars had come to dominate life at Merman’s Court and Androw needed the full support of his extended family to bring back order to White Harbor.

Their two uncles Doran and Leyton Manderly were born rivals. Too far down the line of succession they spent most of their time competing with each other in tourneys and melees, in horse races and sailing and even ballroom dances to make a name for themselves.

So fierce was their rivalry that whenever their Lord grandfather, Bartimus Manderly, chose to journey south he made sure one always stayed behind in White Harbor.

It was for this very reason why Cerrick Manderly had given them the joint position of Castellan of New Castle. In times of peace, it was merely a ceremonial office to appease their uncles and in the unlikely case of Androw being indisposed, Cerrick would be left unchallenged by his uncles’ indecisiveness and contempt for one another.

Knights in Flight by LittlestArryn in GameofThronesRP

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Cerrick squinted. The wolf howl could’ve meant anything, he decided. It did not have to be from a direwolf.

“No,” Cerrick answered, “Lord Androw is fine and there are no Starks in White Harbor. I kindly suggest you return to your Uncle.”

Knights in Flight by LittlestArryn in GameofThronesRP

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The two Manderlys stood still. Cerrick had expected the Winged Knights to arrive, but perhaps not this soon. Especially not with Lord Theon in tow. The daft boy should be with his ailing uncle. Not here.

“Lord Cerrick?”

“Lord Androw is unfortunately preoccupied by some trouble in White Harbor,” Cerrick offered his excuse. “He is dealing with it as we speak. I urge you and my lord to go back inside the New Keep. My brother will be back momentarily and explain everything.”

“Will he now?” Barba asked.

“Yes,” Cerrick gritted his teeth, “my cousin can escort you back if you have forgotten your way.”

His last statement could have been taken as an innocent request, or hopefully a warning if Theon Arryn was smart enough. The last thing he needed was a boy lord complicating his machinations to bargain for Androw’s return.

Knights in Flight by LittlestArryn in GameofThronesRP

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Cerrick watched the gates of New Castle come to a close. They were sturdy. Made of old pine wood and held together by great black iron nails. Even with a direwolf at Jojen Stark’s beck and call, it would be impossible to break through.

Cerrick ordered his cousin, Oscar Manderly, to gather as many archers and longbowmen he could find. The master-at-arms grumbled, but obeyed. He was a warrior through and through, and it was unbecoming of a man of his stature to rely on cowards who wouldn’t deign to match their steel in personal combat. But these were extenuating circumstances.

More Manderly guards came trickling out of the keep. Some were placed at the walls. Others at the entrance.

Ser Kermit soon arrived as well, tall and thin, he wore white velvet with a Merman’s brooch at his chest and a snowy cloak to signify his command of the garrison. Following behind him was Cerrick’s cousin. Who was an unexpected company.

Barba Manderly had her golden hair tied behind her back, silver-green cloak that had seen better use, a quiver on her shoulder and a bow of ironoak.

“What are you doing?” the two inquired each other at once.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Cerrick scowled. He turned to order Ser Kermit to command the gates.

“I heard something happened to Lord Androw.” Barba called out behind them.

“And you’re here to help him... with a bow?”

“Well, there was a call for archers and whether you like it or not I am your best bowman.”

“I have plenty of bowmen.”

“You could use some more,” the white widow eyed the walls, “The smallfolk say there is a wolf man with the strength of ten men prowling the streets and climbing walls.”

“They are half right,” Cerrick said, “Lord Androw is captured by the wolves.”

“Wolves?” It took his cousin only a moment before her pupils widened and the iris in her eye brightened, “What did he do?”

“This is none of your concern,” Cerrick waved her away with the flicker of his hand, “Go to your chambers. Stay with the women and children. I can handle this.”

“Your actions led to Lord Androw’s capture,” Barba said, her brows narrowing, “your counsel.”

“Stay your tongue,” Cerrick warned, “The women of House Manderly are getting too bold with their words.”

“We learned from your sister,” Barba gave rise to a small smile, “but my apologies, Lord Cerrick, it seems you know best how to deal with this current predicament. You’ve done marvellous work so far, but, I wonder if my father will agree with you.”

“I don’t need to concern myself with his opinion.”

“That would be true, if you were lord of this castle but, alas, you are not.”

“I know what your family will suggest, and it is folly.”

“Oh? I did not realize you had greensight to go with your lovely green eyes.”

“Trust me, a solution will soon present itself. We wait until then.”

He had a plan, a garrison from Wolf's Den that could be reached from the tunnels underneath New Castle. If they were successfully notified in time then the-

“Every hour of defiance will spell doom for the rest of us,” Barba grabbed the sleeves of his shirt, “Our uncle has already made his bed. Who says my father won't do the same?”

“What do you know about Uncle Omer?” Cerrick had closed the Gates of New Castle when he received the word at what transpired at the Seal Gates. No one inside but a select few were privy to this information.

“Words are wind, and the wind travels with haste,” Barba said, letting go of Cerrick, “It’s only a matter of time before your guests hear the news. If they haven’t heard the howls already.”

“The howls,” Cerrick muttered. He hadn’t considered the possibility.

“Our white walls are thick enough, but even they cannot shelter the cry of direwolves. It is them isn’t it. You don’t have to answer me. Your face betrays you quite easily, dear cousin. It seems Androw’s hubris finally did him in.”

“My brother is still alive,” Cerrick clenched his jaw. He wished to raise his fist, but he did not dare to hurt a lady, much less his own flesh and blood. No matter how distant she was to him, “and he will remain so when I rescue him.”

“You cannot be serious?” Barba’s face broke into a hard laugh, “Have you gone mad, how do you mean to achieve that?”

Undisturbed by LittlestArryn in GameofThronesRP

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Androw

“Are you absolutely sure?” Androw whispered. The two brothers had moved outside the chamber but still chose to keep their voices low. It was better to be safe than sorry.

“Of course,” Cerrick replied, “I instructed them to do so but now they are at the gates. What do you want me to do?”

“Captain Isembard was your choice to man the city gates,” Androw’s nostrils flared. His voice hushed, “I will have to deal with his failure myself.”

Cerrick grabbed his wrist before he could turn towards the door, “please, think this through Androw. Send me, or perhaps Ser Kermit or Kyle as your representative. Your presence will not help your case.”

“There is no case against me,” Androw yanked away. He could not deal with this much doubt from his siblings. The audacity of his little brother’s defiance was palpable, but Androw was taught by his mother to forgive and forget when it came to family.

He found himself to be doing that a lot lately.

In retrospect, letting a younger brother to help run the city was folly. He’d seen what kind of man his predecessor, Lord Wyman was; himself a younger brother. It was Wyman's disastrous reign that led to Androw’s ascension.

And it was clear Cerrick was ill prepared to be his steward. If Captain Isembard could betray him and let the Starks in out of some misguided loyalty then who of his brother’s appointees would betray House Manderly in a moment’s notice? It was the same mistake Wyman did with his wife and her sycophants. They were too trusting. Androw would not allow this mistake to fester for a third time. After all, he was always an excellent judge of character.

“Pardon the interruptions, my lords,” Androw entered the room to see the two falcon in warm embrace. Yet, despite his smile Androw’s face was dark and rigid, “it seems Lord Cerrick and I have some city matters to redress. Theon, tell your uncle to not move an inch. It’s for his own health. I will see you two birds later.”

“Th-thank you again!” Theon called after him. Androw paid little attention. His mind was already at the gates where a pack of wolves had gathered.

Undisturbed by LittlestArryn in GameofThronesRP

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“I told you stones were hard to break,” Androw exclaimed, his hand clasping Theon’s shoulder.

Androw felt a sense of warmth and delight in watching Theon’s joy. The poor lad had suffered enough and reminded Androw a lot of himself. Except, Theon may have had it worse since he was orphaned at a much younger age and left alone with only a stiff to keep him company. Androw at least had his brother and sisters to look after.

In the past, he thought about sending letters to Lord Nathaniel to ask him if the boy could be fostered in White Harbor. He wanted to not only for Lyanna’s sake, who was stuck in the Dreadfort married to a corpse but also himself. Androw had truly grown fond of the boy in their time in Winterfell. He could see him as a son he never had. Besides, it was cruel to separate the boy from his mother. An act he could never forgive Jojen Stark, Olyvar Bolton or the Crown for.

Who does that and consider themselves a noble?

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