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Annaya Manderly.  ( she / her )

Lady of House Manderly of White Harbor, Mistress of Laws. INTRO.

Tags| general: xxx // about&musings: xxx // visage: xxx // asks: send the raven

Mirelle Lannister nee Marbrand.  ( she / her )

Ruling Lady of House Lannister of Casterly Rock. INTRO.

Tags| general: xxx // about&musings: xxx // visage: xxx // asks: send the raven

[dragnbane]

"there  is  no  harm  done,  lady  lannister,  i  did  not  quite  wish  to  be  seen."  aemon  did  not  understand  it,  truly.  though  not  from  a  place  of  distaste  over  the  action,  but  because  he  did  not  have  something  he  was  good  enough  at.  perhaps  it  could  be  said  it  was  similar  to  his  standing  as  a  prince,  that  people  watched  over  his  every  move,  waiting  for  him  to  make  a  mistake.  they  never  had  to  wait  long,  aemon  was  always  doing  something  that  would  get  him  a  lashing  from  his  father  or  mother  whether  it  was  not  paying  enough  attention  or  sneaking  through  the  guards  to  lose  himself  within  the  city.  they  watched,  but  he  could  not  get  used  to  it.  "how  long  have  you  held  your  bow?  for  a  long  time  i  must  assume  if  you  are  comfortable  enough  with  it  to  weed  out  the  wandering  voices."

[fateofcrvwns]

Mirelle felt mildly validated in her interpretation of the prince's state when he verbally waved off the version of apology she had initially provided. Although the Targaryen's had a reputation in some circles for being driven by pomp and circumstances in many instances, the individual members ran on various motivations not fully set by the will of the family at large, and Prince Aemon was making a current demonstration of that. She did have to wonder though where his interests lay in making conversation. It could have been boredom or genuine curiosity or anything in between. But regardless, it was an opportunity. "Plenty of moons, to be certain. As you suggest in addition to learning the skill itself there are complicating factors which require additional practice and discipline to master. I believe I can recall being perhaps eight or nine years of age when I first began." She offered in return. "Though I would imagine it may have been even earlier in the cases of you and your siblings?"

[bareruin]

the question earns a true flicker of amusement, yet nymeria finds herself turning it over all the same. she had spent most of her life beneath the banners of house martell, reared on stories of would-be conquerors, of a dragon falling from dornish skies. she offers only a shrug. " i hold no hall, and speak for none, " the admission is offered up easily, without shame. " but i have been a guest in many. i've come to know the alterations well. " she turns to better regard her, angling herself so they may still be mistaken as viewers. it strikes the dornish woman as odd that a lionness should be prowling in the margins, here among the outsiders of court, rather than basking in her place in the center. " though i must admit, i am curious. " a pause, a breath, a seemingly meaningless probe cast between them. " what interest would the lady of casterly rock have in alternative tellings? "

[fateofcrvwns]

Mirelle's expression broadened into a more significant smile, still guarded but signaling additional appreciation in the wake of Nymeria's words. "I hold an interest in better understanding the perspectives of others, especially those I find particularly intriguing or worthwhile. And that involves seeking out and considering multiple versions of events" She explained easily, casting a glance to her companion before looking back to the scheduled entertainment for a moment. "Besides, having a hall or others to speak for is irrelevant to such a hypothetical. But of course I can accept the reticence in indulging my curiosity." The words were carefully chosen, and easily construed as a challenge if one felt to inclined to recieve them in such a manner. But, they held space for alternatives, as did almost everything the Ruling Lady of Casterly Rock took part in.

[lcstmisfits]

closed starter for annaya manderly @fateofcrvwns during the second day, after annaya's first cyvasse match

walking through the pavilion, watching the cyvasse boards as pieces moved about, aegon was always grateful for a change from the traditional tournaments that were put on. a game of strategy rather than strength and brute force. he stopped before a table that held annaya manderly and calanthe hightower, the master of laws against the ruling lady of old town. aegon stopped, his interest piqued. either outcome would say a lot about the two ladies and he was curious to see who would be victorious. in the end, annaya won the match and aegon found himself impressed. as the crowd moves on and the table is cleaned, aegon moved towards the winner. it was important to be polite and friendly with the small council members, especially at a time like this. "congratulations, my lady, that was quite the match," he said with a bow of his head. "was never the best at cyvasse so i always find it impressive when others win."

[fateofcrvwns]

With the match over, Annaya allowed herself to return focus to the larger world beyond the borders of the board. Although some found cyvasse to be an endlessly tedious game, the mistress of laws had always found it quite meditative. In fact, part of her favor for the hobby stemmed from it being one of the few 'leisurely' pastimes that truly allowed for the silencing of all extraneous thoughts. A task many activities had never proven able to do for her. It was as she emerged back into the present moment that the brunette laid eyes upon the prince. Inclining her head in a respectful gesture of greeting the noblewoman allowed herself a small smile. "Your praise is most appreciated, though I am not sure it is warranted at such an early stage. There is far more distance to travel." She noted, glancing at some of the other competitors she had yet to face. The comment was not meant as false modesty or to be annoyingly self-effacing, more merely a statement of fact. After all, if the late Lord Manderly had instilled anything in his eldest daughter, it was the constant reminder that there was always more work to undertake and more progress to be made. "If anything, I would say it is impressive for you to have the capacity for genuine admiration of the skill despite not having any stake in the matter."

[wispygrace]

myriame let out a sigh, “ oh annaya. i could see you watching me, you know. your furrowed brow was quite evident from my position.” her sister, of course it was her she would bump into. annaya was not the mistress of laws for nothing, the firm grip on her shoulders proved as much. still, she sat as commanded though not before giving the faintest roll of her eyes. it was a gesture she had perfected over the years. subtle enough to deny if challenged, obvious enough that annaya would surely catch it.“ am i not allowed to enjoy myself now and again?” myriame asked, groaning into her cup.  

"i am to be married soon," myriame continued, her tone softening somewhat. "before long i shall be a stark in winterfell," her fingers traced idle circles around the rim of the empty cup, though there was a small grin on her face. "think of this as one of my final outings as a manderly."

once they returned, she would trade salt air for biting snow. all for avan's cold, aptly northern, restraint. the north was not known for laughter spilling easily into its halls and avan certainly had little laugh him in anymore. she would simply have to take humour where she could find it. 

“but if you are to lecture me on propriety,” myriame added, glancing up at her sister with tired mischief returning to her eyes, “at least allow me another cup before my scolding begins."

[fateofcrvwns]

In many ways, Annaya found her youngest sister to be the sibling she was fondest of while simultaneously being the most difficult to deal with. Perhaps it had something to do with being reminded of herself of sweeter, more naive days, a hint of egotism masquerading as genuine affection and frustration. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Matters of that sort were far too emotionally revealing for her liking and thus remained primarily in darkness only to find faint light cast upon them at random moments such as this...when she found her focus divided, and thus more easily infiltrated. And with it came a suggestibility which left the mistress of laws slightly more inclined to indulge Myriame's whims. But, the inclination was easily overridden by hard won discipline.

"Bemoan my intervention all you wish, but there is a difference between enjoyment and veering into a territory some might consider wanton." Annaya sighed softly. "This is not White Harbor. The stage is far more vast and the players significantly less inclined to do any of us any favors. Let alone refrain from besmirching a young noblewoman's name for the sport of it." Although understanding and empathy for her sister's free-wheeling agenda sought purchase, the brunette had to deny them in favor of practicality. "This is not a place where anything should be left to chance if one has the ability to control." Winterfell was undoubtedly a more subdued place than the home where they had all come to be grown, but if only Myriame could see how beneficial it would be for both herself and the family and not seek to leverage this perceived future injustice to act out of turn. "And thus, I will think of it as it needs to be thought of, for the good of you and our kin. Which means I will not seek out a fresh glass for you at this time. If it makes you less fond of me, so be it." Annaya retorted, though her voice was less argumentative than contemplative

[fateofcrvwns]

It was early in the morning after the welcome feast which had lingered on quite late into the night. Of course, Mirelle had excused herself from all festivities at a fairly reasonable hour to ensure her three little ones were sleeping soundly, and had risen almost with the sun in no small part due to Tyrek's assertion that he was incredibly hungry and very ready to be awake. But once his fussing had settled and she had been able to hand him off to his septa, the raven-haired noblewoman had decided on getting some fresh air. Rounding a corner, the Lannister happened upon an entertaining scene: Lord Arryn practicing with his trusty longsword, no doubt in preparation for the tournament's beginnings later in the day. Silently, Mirelle watched for a few moments, enjoying the grace with which the blade was wielded and of course, knowing better than to surprise someone with a sword in hand who certainly knew how to make use of it. Eventually Petyr paused and then made eye contact. "Lord Arryn, apologies for the unexpected audience. I was just happening by. I expect you will perform admirably later today if this is any demonstration." She remarked cordially @illuminvtes

[wispygrace]

0/4 open starter at the feast

myriame manderly was without a doubt a little tipsy. only a little tipsy in truth, she probably appeared to be more drunk than she actually was. if others mistook cheer for drunkenness, that was their failing, not hers.

but the feast was such fun. wine overflowed, deserts of all kinds crowded the table, lemon cakes, honeyed pastries all while gentle music played. it wasn’t a feast for dancing but even so it had not stopped myriame from being swept into a lord’s careless spin, nor from allowing herself to be dipped with a flourish that sent her gown sweeping wide.

wine had sloshed from her cup at precisely the wrong moment, running in a careless ribbon down the front of her gown. she had only looked down at it, startled, then burst into laughter.

when myriame drank, laughter became infectious and decorum became….. somewhat forgotten. needless to say, the road from white harbour to kings landing was well worth it. 

she walked back to her chambers, brushing her wine soaked front. myriame, for her part, walked back to her chambers with the careful dignity of a lady who was absolutely, in full command of herself. she was also very much aware that her bodice was now ruined. her poor poor dress, beautiful lyseni silk ruined for the sake of a moment's fun. she would mourn her gown in the morning.

“poor thing” she murmured, as if her gown might appreciate the sympathy, “this is entirely my fault.” 

then she turned a corner and bumped straight into the chest of someone. the impact sent a small, startled sound from her before she could recover her footing, and in the same instant her goblet, still half full, tilted in her hand.

the wine went everywhere. dark red spilled over the stranger’s front. all myriame could do was stare.

it was then she started to laugh,

“oh,” she managed between laughter, eyes bright with it, utterly unapologetic. “oh, i perhaps am a little tipsy.” the admission sounded less like confession and more like delighted discovery.

[fateofcrvwns]

Although in theory her mother, brother, and good sister were also keeping an eye on her two younger siblings, Annaya knew better than any of the three of them just how much chaos, however unintentional, her sisters could stir up if left completely unattended. Of course, the brunette was at a disadvantage as the Red Keep was far larger than White Harbor and as Mistress of Laws there were plenty of people eager to monopolize her attention. But, the noblewoman had been doing the best should could to keep eyes on Wylla and Myriame which was exactly when she had extracted herself oh-so-politely from a tedious conversation with the always overzealous Lord Butterwell upon seeing her youngest sister beginning to fall a bit deeper in her cups than Annaya liked to see. Excusing herself graciously, the older Manderly sister wove her way over towards the hallways at the edges of the space to wait for a moment to intercept Myriame. Of course, the moment she looked away to check that Lord Butterwell had not attempted to follow, the very same sister came barrelling into her. With a small huff, Annaya looked between Myriame and the spoiled front of her dress, which now apparently matched her sister's. Biting back the desire to scold or chastize while they remained out in the open, the mistress of laws firmly took hold of the younger Manderly's shoulders and steered her until they were back in the latter's private guest chamber. "To call you tipsy might be as vast an understatement as to refer to Dorne as slightly warm." Annaya noted sternly. "Sit, before you cause any further damage to either of our attire or your own self. " She loved her sisters dearly, but sometimes she was grateful they did not all live in the same place at all times anymore for if they did, the brunette feared her headaches might grow more regular again.

[bareruin]

an open starter for 1/3. day four, attending a performance in the great hall.

from where she rests against the balustrade near the back of the hall, bare shoulder pressed against cool stone, nymeria feels another's attention settle on her. her hand is curled loosely around the stem of an untouched goblet, her own gaze tracking the audience rather than the performers. on the stage, a player in knightly guise speaks of dragons and blood and destiny, of noble conquerors and divine inheritance. she pays him little mind. the story will end well before it gets truly interesting, before dragons fall from the sky, before the culling. still, nymeria raises her goblet in lieu of applause when the monologue ends, dark eyes glinting over the rim.

"a familiar story," her voice is low, pitched for the singular listener. the faint curve of her smile does not reach her eyes. "though the details tend to change, depending on the hall."

[fateofcrvwns]

iWith her children occupied, either watching the performance or being cared for by their septa, Mirelle had a bit more freedom to move about and had chosen not to settle towards the front of the hall where the best view of the performance could be found, instead opting for the quieter areas of the hall's opposite end. She was, of course, well aware this would not keep all curious eyes off her but perhaps it might alleviate the observances at least slightly. Although the noblewoman had fully adapted to being so fully perceived after taking on the mantle as ruling lady of Casterly Rock, it did not mean she wouldn't seek out bits and pieces of solitude where possible. Looking over to meet Nymeria's gaze, the raven-haired lady dipped her head in recognition. "And if we were in your hall, what alterations to the adaptation might I expect?" Mirelle asked quietly, raising one eyebrow in signal of curiosity.

[illuminvtes]

wylla had spent the better part of four months avoiding her sister. it was not a difficult thing to accomplish when annaya resided primarily in king's landing and wylla in white harbor. letters could be answered late. visits postponed. conversations shortened. and whenever circumstance conspired to leave them alone together, wylla had developed a remarkable talent for finding somewhere else to be. it was childish; she knew that. but every time she looked at annaya, she saw the betrothal standing between them. it was not that wylla objected to marrying again. for years she had searched for some way to repay the patience and kindness her family had shown her after the disaster of her first marriage. she knew the whispers that followed her through halls and feasts. knew the burden of her reputation had become one shared by all of house manderly. if a second marriage could strengthen her family and secure an alliance, then she would do her duty willingly. it was the manner of it that lingered beneath her skin. nobody had asked her for her opinion or given her any notice until the deal had been all but sealed. just as she had at eighteen, she felt like a coin being handed between strangers. still, the avoidance had gone on long enough. when annaya appeared in the doorway of her chambers, wylla did not look up immediately. she remained curled in the chair beside the window, a book resting open in her lap. beyond the glass, blackwater bay glittered beneath the afternoon sun, ships drifting lazily across the water. she turned a page. “what is it?” she asked quietly. the words were polite enough, though neither of them would mistake them for warmth. “i'll be downstairs in time for the welcome feast. i already promised mother.” another page turned beneath gloved fingers. “i only wanted a few moments of peace.” at last, she lifted her eyes from the book. “unless you've come on official business, mistress of laws,” she added softly, “in which case i suppose i'm obliged to listen.” @fateofcrvwns

[fateofcrvwns]

Of course Annaya had been informed the moment her sister, and the rest of her family, had arrived at the Red Keep. What good was a position on the small council if one couldn't manage to track information as frivolous as the comings and goings of a few nobles. But, she had bided her time. It had been easy enough to do, there was plenty to occupy herself with between the typical responsibilities her work entailed and the beginnings of the celebrations. The noblewoman had thought, or at least perhaps hoped, that given time and space Wylla might choose to come to her. But apparently that had been to fanciful an idea. So, yet again, Annaya shouldered the responsibility, finally deciding to intrude upon her sibling's solitude. Carefully she entered the room fully and sat down across from her sister.

Although somewhere deep down Wylla's practiced indifference and passive aggression struck a nerve, the brunette had worked too hard in learning to bury passionate responses and deep feeling under layers and layers of self to let such a small snipe derail anything. Instead, the Manderly woman took the comments in stride, merely watching Wylla with thoughtful blue eyes, waiting for her to finish her piece. "You are too intelligent to genuinely be suggesting I am here merely because of the feast. Nor is there any matter of state between us, Wylla." The older sister sighed softly, but her tone remained measured and patient. "I know you have been avoiding me, and I understand. But that cannot continue forever. It is beneath us both. So, I am here to accept whatever it is you have been holding back. Say whatever you need to say, at whatever volumes and in whatever tenor you need to. I have no interest in departing this room until everything has been laid out in the open."

[dragnbane]

set  during  the  second  day  of  celebrations:  the  tournaments.  a  prince  that  floats  like  he  meant  to,  between  people,  but  trying  not  to  linger  too  long.  the  lady  lannister,  @fateofcrvwns,  watches  the  archer  intently  while  he  means  to  do  the  same.

it  was  expected  of  aemon  to  understand  most  things  that  happened  especially  when  it  came  to  arms.  he  did  not  unfortunately,  a  sword  had  never  felt  right  in  his  hands  nor  a  bow  against  his  cheek.  it  was  something  the  master-at-arms  hated  about  him,  how  worthless  he  was  at  defense.  he  watches  it  now,  the  precision  that  it  took  to  hit  a  target  dead  on  and  he  knew  he  did  not  have  that  in  him.  perhaps  that  would  be  next  upon  his  list  when  he  became  less  inept  with  a  sword. aemon's  head  tilts  in  curiosity.  he  watches  the  person's  form  and  the  way  they  gripped  the  bow  like  it  was  a  divine  creature  and  not  made  of  only  wood.  "it  must  be  difficult,"  aemon  says  out  loud,  not  meant  to  but  the  shame  of  saying  sorry  was  too  great,  "having  to  concentrate  when  a  crowd  of  people  watch.  do  you  experience  that  when  you  shoot,  lady  lannister?"  having  just  witnessed  her  upon  that  same  field  mere  hours  ago.

[fateofcrvwns]

Although there were still aspects of being away from home at Casterly Rock, especially in King's Landing of all places, that made Mirelle feel ill at ease in certain moments, there were portions of it she was relishing in. The tournament was chief among those. It had been some months after the birth of her son that the noblewoman had begun to return to the fully range of her usual activities and hobbies. Archery had been among the last two re-enter given the physicality and necessity of being out in the training yard or otherwise outdoors. Still, putting hands back on her bow had felt seamless, a sensation that was such a relief after how difficult so much of normal life had felt after bringing him into the world. So far she was actually almost having fun with the tournament, which in some ways was a foreign feeling, but a good one nonetheless. Even when she wasn't shooting the Lannister lady had been spectating. Hearing the prince's voice to one side, she glanced over to see him studying in a similar fashion.

"Prince Aemon. I did not see you at first." The words were a greeting and a substitute for an apology she didn't fully feel and likely he didn't want to hear. "When I first started, yes. I imagine much like performing any sport or task with observers the concern of judgement lingers in the beginning. Perhaps for some it never truly goes away. But I suppose I have been lucky enough to come to enjoy shooting enough that the eyes no longer bore into me the same way. I am, of course, aware of them, but I can never let them overtake my awareness and focus on the bow. "

[soulrcts]

their  silent,  stilted  trek  through  the  keep  wound  them  through  to  the  gardens,  so  far,  the  most  quiet  place  erena  had  managed  to  find.  a  sort  of  nervous  energy  had  crept  to  lodge  both  in  pit  of  her  stomach  and  notched  in  their  throat  since  the  decree  had  been  received.  in  the  bowels  of  the  targaryens'  keep  it  had  risen  to  a  peak  that  left  them  feeling  close  to  choked ;  quick  steps  from  the  allotted  chambers  before  anyone  could  say  otherwise.  bustling  bodies  streaming  in  either  direction  dodged  easily,  face  downturned  as  they  first  reached  what  looked  to  be  the  kitchens,  out  to  the  foliage  lining  each  sides  of  them.  it  was  the  first  true  breath  they  had  taken  since  leaving  the  dreadfort,  inhaled  deep  and  caught  somewhere  between  nostrils  and  mouth  when  she  realized  they  had  nearly  walked  upon  another.  “  my  apologies,  my  liege.  ”

[  open  starter,  open  to  1/5  replies  ]   

[fateofcrvwns]

While Annaya was certainly no stranger to the hustle and bustle of the Red Keep and the city as a whole given the amount of time she'd come to spend within its walls over the past several years, there was still a shift in the air when the entirety of the Seven kingdoms' nobility came to call upon the king. If anyone didn't feel the tension flickering on the breeze the mistress of laws assumed them either ignorant or in denial. Studying the scroll in her hand, the brunette carefully weaved her way, or at least, she had attempted to be careful but apparently it was not enough. Coming to an abrupt halt, the noblewoman took in the nervous figure of Erana. Although Annaya's eyes narrowed for a moment in careful observation, a smile crested on her features. "Liege Erana, it's quite alright...but are you looking for somewhere or something in particular? Perhaps I could offer my assistance?" The Manderly woman suggested, her tone warm but somewhat leading. Perhaps any future collisions could be avoided if she simply steered the Bolton in the right direction.

[hellbcunds]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃: mirelle lannister ( @fateofcrvwns )

unlike the attitude of many that tharion stumbled across, he was actually glad to be here in the capitol. to be within the centre of all things power and political was something he was well suited to, hoped that it would come to some great fruition for him and his house. there were still some unmarried targaryens after all, and he had siblings. what better way in than to try and facilitate a marriage while he was here? as well as the opportunity to rattle the reyne's, try and shake them from their position on the council and place himself there instead. yes, the week here would prove fruitful for tharion, if only he played his cards right. he presses a final kiss to cersei's brow before pulling the blanket up over her, content that his heir was peacefully sleeping after demanding a story from him. the remnants of a soft smile remain on his face as he makes his way into the lannister common rooms, taking in the sight of mirelle. " she's down for the night. " he comments, making his way across the room to where tyrek sits in a bassinet, finger stroking gently across his small cheek. " it seems all of the lions are making themselves quite comfortable here. "

[fateofcrvwns]

To say Casterly Rock was a quiet or humble place in any way would be an almost offensive minimization. But even so, the adjustment to arriving in King's Landing and settling in at the Red Keep for this brief period had been somewhat strenuous. Mirelle had traveled long distances with two children before, but now with a third, and one still so young had been more taxing. Mercifully between their attendants and Tharion, she was managing. Looking up from studying the slow swirl of Arbor Red in her glass at the sound of her husband re-entering the room, the noblewoman encouraged a smile onto her face. Mirelle wanted to mean it, but there was still something in her heart that wasn't willing to be put into it. Could he tell? The lioness was uncertain, but still, she had to try. Setting down the goblet and rising to move towards where he stood with their young son, the raven-haired lady nodded.

"I am most grateful for their resilience, and sense of adventure. Did little Cersei try to tell you she wants to try and climb the tallest tree in the keep's godswood?" Mirelle asked, raising an eyebrow. Her tone was measured, but a small glint of pride and amusement flickered in her dark gaze. Falling silent a moment she glanced down at their sleeping son, unable to help the hyper vigilance that struck in focusing in on ensuring his breathing remained steady. It was still puzzling to the Lannister, how could she go from feeling like anything to do with Tyrek made her feel exhausted and sorrowful to being so intensely obsessed? Shaking off the thought, she glanced back up at Tharion. "Do you have anything else in particular to attend to this evening? Now that they're all been taken care of?"

[fateofcrvwns]

Annaya Manderly

( Jenna Coleman, 33, she/her, Manderly D )  –  king maelor offers his welcome to Lady Annaya Manderly of White Harbor. across the realm, they are praised as dedicated and astute, though courtly whispers insist they can also be reserved and restrained behind closed doors. still, their allegiance is said to lie with their house and the North. their presence evokes imagery of hidden calluses on delicate hands, exquisitely intricate braids pulled too tight, and a tree balancing between bending and breaking, enough to inspire any storyteller. with so many tales in circulation, separating truth from fiction may prove no easy task.

statistics.

name:  Annaya Manderly. nickname(s):  Anna, Naya.  age:  33.    date  of  birth:  xxx   place  of  birth:  White Harbor.   gender:  woman.  pronouns:  she/her.  sexual  orientation: heterosexual.    religion:  The Seven (but holds a fascination/respect for the Old Gods and enjoys learning about other religions). title:  Lady of White Harbor. languages:  Common, High Valyrian, conversational Braavosi/Low Valyrian). affiliation:  House Manderly, House Stark, House Targaryen. abilities: warg

faceclaim:  Jenna Coleman.   hair  color:  deep brunette.   hair  style:  xxx  eye  color:  oceanic blue.  height:  5'3".    body  modifications:  pierced ears.  clothing  style:  xxx  distinguishing  characteristics:  tba.  signature  scent:  wildflowers

mbti:  INFJ-T.    character  alignment:  lawful good.    positive  traits:  astute, dedicated, tactful, devoted  negative  traits:  repressed, restrained, melanacholic, reserved,  primary  vice:  envy.    primary  virtue: temperance.  character  parallels:  Jane Bennet (pride and prejudice), Katara (atla), Esme Cullen (twilight), and Anna Bates (downton abbey) Elsa (Frozen), Belle (Beauty and the Beast).

disorders:  tba.    allergies:  tba.   addictions:  none.    alcohol use: infrequent, only at social events.  drug use: none. 

likes:  xxx    dislikes:  xxx    fears:  xxx    habits:  xxx    weapon  of  choice:  xxx   weather:  xxx    color:  xxx   beverage:  xxx    food:  xxx animal:  xxx   season:  xxx

father:  Wyman Manderly (deceased)  mother:  tbd Manderly.   sibling(s):  tbd Manderly, Wylla Manderly, Myriame Manderly.  significant  other(s):  xxx.    children:  None.   others:  Shaera Manderly nee Celtigar (sister-in-law), Ethen Manderly (nephew), Devan Manderly (nephew).    pets:  xxx

ii.  background  &  personality

tw: xxx

xxx

iii.  headcanons

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iv.  wanted  connections

tba.

v.  app

political involvement: Above all, Annaya is driven by the desire to preserve and increase prosperity and safety of House Manderly. She walks the line each day between North and South, advancing the former's interest whenever possible while keeping a careful eye on the current and growing instabilities of House Targaryen. She serves the king respectably but not blindly and is well aware that a regime change may be necessary sooner than some may have hoped. There is not much in the way of personal ambition in how Annaya maneuvers, if any. She was raised to see herself as a vessel for her house, and by extension the North, which leaves little room for interest in personal glory or power.  While protecting the interests she and her forebears have worked so hard to produce, Annaya is also keen to look at all future options to ensure that regardless who sits atop the Iron Thrones, they see the value of keeping the North satisfied. 

character arc: On the outside Annaya is a picture of poise and practiced, a steady hand helping to see the realm, and more importantly, her home and family, through a tumultuous time, a sea bird sitting serenely on the water's surface but paddling feverishly underneath to keep everything moving in the right direction. Her life is not her own and it has rarely ever been, for most of the time she had been content with that, or at least forced any contrary feelings to the edges of consciousness. But, as new opportunity and potential chaos mix in the face of an uncertain future, it may finally be too much to hold back and continue maintaining such ironclad self control and personal denial. Of course, that may prove dangerous at a time such as this. 

[fateofcrvwns]

Mirelle Lannister

( Aditi Rao Hydari, 40, she/her, Lannister C )  –  king maelor offers his welcome to lady mirelle lannister nee marbrand, of casterly rock. across the realm, they are praised as perceptive and resourceful, though courtly whispers insist they can also be cunning and vengeful behind closed doors. still, their allegiance is said to lie with themself/their family. their presence evokes imagery of the dark gaze of a predator searing through the night, a fire burnt down to embers but refusing to go out, and the faint echoes of harp strings off stone enough to inspire any storyteller. with so many tales in circulation, separating truth from fiction may prove no easy task.

statistics.

name:  Mirelle Lannister nee Marbrand  nickname(s):  Miri, Elle  age:  40    date  of  birth:  xxx   place  of  birth:  Ashemark   gender:  female.  pronouns:  she/her.    sexual  orientation:  pansexual    religion:  Outward devotee of the Faith of the Seven, but not personally diligent. title:  Ruling Lady of Casterly Rock.   languages:  Common.   affiliation:  House Lannister, House Marbrand

faceclaim:  Aditi Rao Hydari.   hair  color:  xxx    hair  style:  xxx  eye  color:  xxx  height:  5'5".    body  modifications:  pierced ears, nose piercing.  clothing  style:  xxx  distinguishing  characteristics:  tba.  signature  scent:  xxx

mbti:  tba.    character  alignment:  chaotic/true neutral.    positive  traits:  xxx  negative  traits:  xxx  primary  vice:  pride.    primary  virtue: patience. character  parallels:  Margo Hanson (The Magicians) ; Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer) ; Marion Ravenwood (Indiana Jones) ; Donna Paulsen (Suits) ; Beth Dutton (Yellowstone).

disorders:  tba.    allergies:  tba.   addictions:  none.  alcohol use: Casual, though leaning on it more for nerves on ocassion.  drug use: none. 

likes:  xxx    dislikes:  xxx    fears:  xxx    habits:  xxx    weapon  of  choice:  xxx   weather:  xxx    color:  xxx   beverage:  xxx    food:  xxx animal:  xxx   season:  xxx

mother:  xxx    father:  xxx   sibling(s):  xxx    significant  other(s):  Lord Tharion Lannisterr  children:  Cersei, Marla, and Tyrek    others:  xxx  pets:  xxx

ii.  background  &  personality

tw: xxx

xxx

iii.  headcanons

xxx

iv.  wanted  connections

tba.

v.  app

political involvement: Mirelle herself does not at first appear particularly enmeshed in the political landscape of Westeros, which is the way she prefers it. Certainly she is bound to have some involvement as the ruling lady of a great house, but rarely shares her opinions on politics with others or makes significant stands. Instead Mirelle is partial to finding herself in as many important rooms as possible and listening, silently learning and soaking up as much information as possible to then sit on for as long as might be necessary to turn it to the advantage of House Lannister and her family. She holds no fondness for the Targaryens and is pleased by the idea that their nearly unchallengeable source of power appears to have been permanently depleted.

character arc: Mirelle has no delusions about the unstable ground on which Westeros sits at the moment. While a part of her is eager for change and to see what advantage can be taken of the situation, her usual cunning is far overshadowed by melancholy and gloom. While the births of her first two children were routine and uneventful, bringing her third child into the world a year prior has left intense physical and emotional scars behind and as this chapter begins, Mirelle is a ghost of her usual strong and savvy self. But, for the sake of her family she soldiers on and eventually there will be new light and opportunity, whether in the form of reveling in new power or satisfaction in keeping her children protected from the chaotic world remains to be seen. But, though her fire is low, it will be replenished to the delight of some and the ire of others.