#( nasir manderly )

[daceystvrk]

closed starter for @nasirofmanderlys

dacey was not a bold person. she had little of her siblings courage. when she entered a room, it was with her head lowered, determined not to draw attention to herself. she did not covet the feeling of eyes on her, but the last few months, though fraught with the stress of loss, had had the unintended side effect of pushing her from her comfort zone. more visible and more involved than she had perhaps ever been, she held her head a little higher these days, even if only to give the impression that she actually knew what she was doing.

however, if there was anybody guaranteed to send her scuttling from the room, gazed fixed firmly on her own feet, it was nasir manderly. it wouldn't be accurate to say dacey did not like nasir - it was just that she was very, very aware that he held little regard for her. being unnoticed wasn't something that bothered dacey much. she actually preferred that, in many ways. but nasir manderley's words, so long ago, had given her the distinct impression that he plain disliked her, and that, she found harder to deal with.

and so, she responded in the only way she knew how - by completely avoiding him. if she entered a room and saw him there, she shot to the other side of it, or made her excuses and left. it wasn't a snub, on her part - simply a desire not to force her company where it. a kindness.

and so, when she noticed nasir in this room, she was quick to say her goodbyes and take her leave. that was, until she heard someone calling her name. she turned to look for who had called out to her, but failed to spot them. what she did see was nasir, standing close enough to her that she couldn't avoid him without being rude, and looking her dead in the eye.

"lord manderly," she managed to keep her voice steady. that was about all she managed, though. her mouth opened, then closed again, her brain completely devoid of all logical thought. how long had it been since she'd last spoken to him? she had to say something. "have you been to the westerlands before?" it was good enough.

[iona-tully]

fmk: vaegon, leo, nasir

The princess scoffed lightly at the question, shaking her head a little. Strawberry blonde locks of hair swaying with the motion. She frankly deemed it a waste of time to entertain the ideas posed by the question, for she knew that realistically, she wouldn't wed, lay with, or end the lives of any of those men. “Vaegon would have been my choice for a husband once,” she said, answering truthfully. She had loved the Sea Snake's son, and would probably always love him in a way that was uniquely reserved for him. So much changed around them, though. “I can't deny Lord Lefford is an attractive man, so,” her words trailed off with a one-shoulder shrug, insinuating what her answer was in regards to him. The princess had felt a connection to him once, and she had always held admiration and respect for the lord. “I'm afraid Lord Manderly is relegated to the last category simply because I'm not very familiar with him,” she mused. “I've no ill will for the lord, though. He seems to be a most respectable man, I've heard only praise when his name is brought up”.

( @vaegonvelaryon, @leolefford & @nasirofmanderlys )

[nasirofmanderlys]

who: @amirofmanderlys​ where: during the journey back to white harbor, following the north’s departure from the reach. it is dawn, and king owen’s camp seems quiet, apart from a messenger which had reported directly to the king. context: this is within the hour that the rest of the northern camp found out prince jon had been taken, alongside lady manal manderly.

it were not usual for the mind of nasir manderly to be running at what felt like a sickening blur. it was not usual for him to feel the sense of overwhelming anxiety, usually able to keep himself entirely composed and calm even in the toughest of moments: even the news of the manderly fleet sailing to braavos being looted did not even bring him the break of a sweat. for he trusted in his abilities to get everything sorted, to fix it; it was what he was. it was what his role was, both in this family, and in this court, within what felt like this very world: he needed to be able to fix it. 

and thus, he ignored the growing sense of suffocation that was within the very core of his chest. for he would not be able to fix it if he were drowning within himself, within currents that felt more deadly than even those of the shivering sea; he would rather be plunged beneath those darkest of waves rather than have to watch what was to now unfold. he could almost feel it before he saw it. as though he would be able to guess every moment that would soon unfold between the two brothers of house manderly, within their tent. 

he wordlessly directed the manderly guarded stationed outside his brother’s tent to enter and wake him; the minutes it took seemed to stretch on for what felt like eternity. he had ensured to send men after what little clues they had at this moment before approaching him, knowing his first instance would be to spring into some form of action. and there would be no stopping the tornado. he pushed through the entrance of the flap, noting the fact his brother was only raising from his bed, still in his sleepwear; white shirt, furs to keep them warm now they had left their ancestral homeland. 

he moved closer to his brother, his hand resting upon his bearded jaw; the ring of house manderly on his finger felt as though it was watching him, now more than ever. his mind thought of nothing but the worst, knowing the way in which men in this world could behave. knowing that his sister held the greatest dowry in all the north, richer than even the stark princesses. it would not take long for someone to put the two dots together, and force marriage. he swallowed slightly at that thought. 

he would find her alive. anything else, they would deal with after. anything else. 

“prince jon’s camp was attacked, just north of the neck.” there was no need to overload him with information, his words careful. it spoke of the severity of this matter. “boltons and umbers.” he regretted ever even having her within that camp, and yet they were only a days ride behind them. she had her own business to attend to, as asked by the winter king. she was only doing her duty too. “they took manal.”

[adam-stark]

HOZIER & BEAR McCREARY — “BLOOD UPON THE SNOW”

To all things housed in her silence Nature offers a violence The bear that keeps to his own line The wolf that seeks always his own kind The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

@owenstark, @rosaaaryn, @allysannestark, @cassvstark, @torrhen-stark, @wintervsuns, @sarra-karstark, @northernseer, @anya-snow, @rhydianwildbear, @jin-renshu & @nasirofmanderlys

[myriamas]

its time for you to make the eight; marriage stops nothing in dorne!

"...but why would i need that when-" there was a drunken slur to her words, and a rose tint to her cheeks; the question made her laugh. curly hair had become unruly in the humidity, and there came gleaming mischief.

"my husband for dorne, obviously. he is the most attractive man in westeros. who would need to look at any other?"

"the rest...we can start with...the vale?" her nose wrinkled, and she swatted her hand away. "all too pale and the king consort is just...no. no valemen, none would be worth it. there would be no climax, and so, a waste of time."

"stormlanders...even worse...i would close my eyes and let the wylde lord pleasure me; i won't see his face between my thighs and then he can leave."

"the westerlands...of all of them, only the prince of fair isle. arron lannister. because he commanded himself very well. a good impression, yes?" she reached for another wine glass. "the north, probably the lord of white harbour- lord manderly. the eldest one. nasir, i think."

valyrians? crownlanders? she would rather fling herself from starfall's tallest tower. "if im fucking any valyrian, i am fucking their king."

the riverlands caused her eyes to roll somewhat; how embarrassing it was to even consider being around those men. "zakariya mallister, if it must be someone."

for the reach, she put her goblet down, finally done with the answers. "tirius rowan."

@baashirdayne / @arronlannister / @zakariyamallisters / @tiriusrowan / @jaehaerysiitargaryen / @nasirofmanderlys / @intothewylde

[feraylocke]

TRAGEDY BEFALLS HOUSE LOCKE ; THE DEATH OF THE THREE LOCKE BROTHERS

lord nasir manderly returned from war with the news that lord bekarys locke, the heir of oldcastle, had died from his wounds after shielding amir from an arrow meant for him. lord okan locke and lord enver locke had fallen victim to a surprise attack while they were out scouting. when it was discovered they were sons of house locke, well known for following the old way and for their fierce loyalty to house manderly, both brothers were immediately beheaded and their heads were mounted on sticks in front of one of the northern camps. their heads were quickly retrieved and have been returned to oldcastle on the orders of nasir. amir was able to have bekarys' body sent back to oldcastle for a proper funeral.

house locke has been in deep mourning since receiving the news. lady feray locke returned to oldcastle from white harbor for their funeral rites and was pronounced as the heir to oldcastle upon her arrival. the only houses invited to attend the funeral rites and burial outside of house locke's own household were the houses known for following the old way. as it was a traditional funeral, only the men took part in the actual burial of the remains of the three brothers while the ladies continued to pray together. lady nasrin locke, formerly rowan, has not spoken a single word since receiving the news that all her sons had perished in the war.

feray did not leave oldcastle after the funeral before it was time to travel to king's landing for king jaehaerys' coronation. she has been sent there as the official representative of house locke as her parents both chose to stay home to continue their mourning.

[amirofmanderlys]

who: @feraylocke where; kings landing, the first time amir and feray see one another since his return from skagos and her hearing of the death of her brothers from nasir manderly.

why had he been surprised to hear that she would be venturing so far south as to kings landing in light of all that had happened was something he was not entirely sure of; all knew the fact that northerners did not do well in the south, and it was not a result of the lack of furs that wrapped around their bodies. mentioned briefly in passing within the council meeting of the great northern lords, within a list of other northern houses that were still arriving to kings landing, a certain name registered far more than his body language would give away.

only one who knew him through and through would know to look beneath the table and see the way he bounced his knee, both in exhausted anticipation for a sense of normalcy, but also anxiety.

for amir manderly stood and lived, despite being entirely out of reach within the tremendous churning waves of the shivering sea. the captain had pulled through the hardest of times, and yet some of the members of the crew he had lost had been some of his most important; notably, the son of house locke that had been raised beside him, and had breathed his last breath with an arrow wedged within his chest. sent by a wild skagosi upon retreat, even the darkness could not stop the lethalness of the arrow; amir heard it pierce before he even turned to see who it had gone through.

and now, when amir rested his hands upon his chest and looked upon the canopy atop his head, he heard the laboured, struggled breaths of bekarys locke as he held him.

he did not know when he decided that his schedule would be rearranged to ensure the morning was free for his presence to be in the courtyard of the north's holdings; only that he found himself doing so in the morning, informing the servants of his where abouts should anything need direct answering. and as the wagon wheeled in, he felt the world remain still and calm around him, despite the fact he felt as though his stomach were churning the way the shivering seas did. he was sat upon the wall of a fountain, and yet felt as though he could sense the seas beneath his feet. he was no longer at sea.

when she stepped out, he remained sat upon the fountain - a common sight. as though nothing had changed, but everything had changed. perhaps it was the crushing sense of weight that came in knowing they had both lost much, but she had lost everything. everyone. perhaps it was the crushing weight of knowing her brother was under his charge, his responsibility, and had died with his blood on his hands.

"feray." he called as she stepped from the wagon, not looking in his direction instantly; but he saw her. instantly.

[danceofdragonsrphlore]

While home and recovering Lady Manal II Manderly tries to get back into the swing of things. Which is why it's surprising when she wakes one morning unable to rise from her bed due to feeling ill. The maesters worried of this, mentioning their concerns regarding the deep wounds from her rough treatment at the hands of the Little Umber. Her fever comes on quickly, hot to the touch with a coat of sweat covering her every inch forcing the bedding to be changed multiple times a day. As the sickness slowly takes her, their mother sits by her bed day and night refusing to leaving her side. As family comes and goes she ends each day calling for Amir. Amir who wasn't home, ravens flew from White Harbour by the dozen, words to the Lord to hurry home. Words to commanders to find their Lord and send him home. It is her last night, Nasir Manderly at one side and Zaida at her other, when she sighs and laughs for the first time since coming home and claps her hand against the bed lightly. "Amir? Come now, stop your hiding. We must go to bed. Amir? Come now, stop your hiding." When Nasir takes her hand she smiles and raises it up, kissing the back. "My Amir, there you are." Manal Manderly has died.

| @nasirofmanderlys @amirofmanderlys @zaidamanderly |

[tionpeake]

tion peake - a future au

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born in haiti, tion grew up poor. an intelligent boy, however, his fortunes changed when he was awarded a scholarship to the academy as a teenager.

in his school years, tion always felt like he had to prove himself around his classmates, who were for the most part all far wealthier than him. he applied himself to everything - academia, sports, extra curriculars, socialising. he didn't want to give anybody an excuse to look down on him.

publicly, he maintained a facade of being cool, calm, and collected, but tion was actually driving himself very close to complete burnout.

adult life

post-school, tion began his career interning for the manderly family business, a position earned due to his friendship with nasir. the job tested the limits of their friendship, but after tion had resigned and moved on, they got back on track.

tion went on to have a very successful career. nobody is sure exactly what he does, only that he's made a lot of money doing it. he describes his profession as "ceo", but it's anyone's guess what he's ceo of.

tion has the typical "rise and grind" mindset, his alarm going off at 4am every morning. he clocks off around 11 at night, and takes a 20 minute power nap in his lunch break.

where tion has been less fortunate is in his love life. after falling for ayca mallister and getting his heart broken, and a string of unsuccessful talking stages, he's currently hung up on mariela, who happens to be dating someone else.

[ofsacredseas]

TRUTH SERUM: It's time to make the 8! What one person would you bed from all the different regions of Westeros?

brows rose at such a bold question, and if she were not so inclined to, she would never answer such a thing. lips pursed as she thought more deeply. “well, to start with the riverlands, ronan bracken.” she shrugged. “the north, nasir manderly. for the vale, strangely enough, lord stone.” she made a face. why in the world would she name a bastard? she continued. “eren marbrand for the west and tirius rowan for the reach.” she paused a moment to think again. “for the stormlands, ulises tarth, and for the crownlands, well i suppose garrick cargyll is handsome if he were not so much himself. you would not catch me speaking to a dornishman, but if i must, i would choose armaan yronwood.”

[owenstark]

THE CIVIL WAR UPDATE PT. 1

The war rages on in the North as the forces of the Little King, his name destined to be wiped from the history, continue their chaos, they have experienced push back from communities of people from the East who have banded together to join the efforts to protect White Harbour and have started their own search parties hoping to locate Manal II Manderly.

The King's Party ( King Owen Stark and Prince Cregan Stark, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Yuan Anya and Cassana Stark)

King Owen Stark and his brother @crreganstark are travelling to the wall where they will crush the rebelling watchmen where the King intends to leave his brother with the task of protecting the Northern Front from wildlings and providing support to @wintervsuns (Lord Brandon Karstark). As the brothers travel Owen has started using their nights at camp to teach Cregan about warging into creatures, starting with teaching him to warg into his wolf and control it. Between practicing with Cregan, Owen has taken to sitting in his tent before sleep and warging into the Smoke and leading wolves into an Umber camp where the commander of the camp is ripped apart by wolves. Tales of the Warg King are spreading across the North as more animals have started to attack people on the roads. Owen hopes to warg into a bear soon, a bear he's been trying to attach to since spotting in while in Smoke. Cregan is taking well to his training and has become a great help to Owen. They never break the rules of warg or skinchanging: no feasting on human flesh, no mating, and no taking over the body of a man or woman.

Princess @cassvstark continues to lead her group of female archers. she is staying close to her brother's side, relaying all information from her visions to him no matter how small it might seem. However she is starting to pick up on some dangerous rumors coming down from the Umber forces but needs to verify them before speaking with Owen.

Lady @anya-snow has capitalized on the yitish relation and soldiers from the regions of Wan and Shizi have travelled to the westerosi kingdom of the north in the past weeks. The forces under Owen have grown, with a troop of 1000 yitish soldiers arriving. The blacksmith, for her part, has supplied the Night's Watch with weaponry and has been travelling across camps with a team of smiths to reforge and fix blades for the army of the true north.

House Manderly

Lord @amirofmanderlys made the difficult choice of continuing on with his journey to Skagos after providing much needed assistance to Brandon Karstark through a restock of supplies and support before continuing to Skagos where he will be for some time. Owen has sent word to their YiTish allies who will meet Amir at Skagos.

Duke @nasirofmanderlys is leading the charge of taking down the forces of the Little King as he tracks the man in hopes of securing his sister and bringing her home. The people of the East who has been welcomed into White Harbour have ventured out to joke Nasir. Tirius Rowan has sent 500 volunteers to White Harbour for an attack on one Old Way family is an attack on them all and as word reached Goldengrove the Marshall of the Northmarch sought out volunteers who wished to travel North before going to Alayim.

House Karstark

Duke Brandon Karstark has been hit hard, his home lands surrounded and his wife @northernseer believed to be dead needs to be buried. Unknown to the King, Meera appears to be alive. Brandon has been intensely defending the borders of his land with help from Amir Manderly's resources. The YiTish arrive to provide assistance to the Duke per the agreement between the North and the YiTish.

The Stark in Winterfell

Queen @rosaaaryn continues to be the Stark in Winterfell. She is doing her best to help take in any known loyal women and children who need shelter if umber forces are over taking their lands. She is writing correspondences between various lords and ladies to try and help pass information along if she can.

The Military Commanders

Prince @adam-stark and lord @jin-renshu have continued to lead the berserkers to raze Umber forces. A warning had already been given so no men is left alive. Adam has made an example of every commanding officer and treacherous lord that falls on the battle, beheading them and leaving their headless corpses hanging from trees as continuous retaliation for the murder of the young prince, Jon.

The Loyal Bolton:

Princess Consort @northernglorie (Glorie Bolton) [updates in part 2]

Magics of the North

Princess @allysannestark has travel with a party to her lands where she has provided the support of a Stark presence along with her skill in regards to the North and it's many plants. She has started to seek other means to provide support to the Northmen in their battles. [Further Updates in Part 2]

The Western Front

Ren left the legion after a bit, as sea dragon point has been turned into a refugee area. The new ruling lord has been granting food and shelter for those that come to his land.

Duke @xavariglover has left men to protect their Western Front by land and sea, he is aware that any word of Manal Manderly requires forces to be sent. She is of priority along with tracking and keeping the rebellious Mountain Clans in check as they terrorize the Western lands of the North. [ Further Updates in part 2 ]

Final Note

The North will be forever changed by the choices of the Little King and his choice to target the people of the Old Way with such ferocity. As the war rages on, people have started to defect from the Little King, a steady bleeding of Northmen after the acts against the Old Way. To stop this bleeding support traitors are being killed by the Little King and his commanders.

The Hugors, some call the people taking a personal touch in attacking the camps of the traitors to the North, have started to poison the water barrels of Umber forces, steal their food, and kill them in the night. These are acts carried around by rumor residents of White Harbour though others whisper it is the worshippers from the east where men are more use to such treatment and have made it a point to fight back and show appreciation to their hosts. And the daughter who welcomed them, different as they are. [Further Updates in part 2]

(ooc: i think that in a place where there are many gods there would also be people who fight and if the rhllorist of the east are attacking Alayim then the Braavosi calling White Harbour home aren't strangers to intolerance.).

[wintervsuns]

who: @daceystvrk when and where: kings landing, brandon karstark enters the main gathering hall allocated for the northern court to find a tense, stressed atmosphere. within the middle of the hall is princess dacey stark.

the king's road would be a long journey, venturing through the length of the continent; and yet, the northern court within kings landing had been busying itself. there was a constant bustle of movement in the preparation to depart, for the hour of the wolf had come to an end - northmen did not belong in the south, and each time they did venture south, it was made abundantly clear why they were not supposed to be here.

loyally dedicated men who fought black now looked upon the green dragons, and there was noticeable tension in the air.

"something's off." brandon walked into the room alongside his brother, surrounded by the squires and other men of houses karstark and reed alike: at first glance it appeared as though the hall was just bustling and busy, and yet a second glance revealed more about the situation at hand. there was an issue, it was apparent in the faces of the servants, the way nasir manderly was giving orders to multiple men that surrounded him, and close to him stood the princess dacey stark; he thought of their last interaction and hoped she had not dabbled in what it was he had advised her against.

his brother stepped forward into the crowds, pushing through to enquire from the manderlys about what was happening; there were multiple people lined up giving their statements, as though they were being questioned. the king in the north was nowhere to be seen: though something told him that matter was only more pressing. more of a concern.

brandon himself did not step forward to speak, silently watching his brother instead: and yet, when a familiar gaze turned and looked upon him, he only lowered his head in a show of respect.

it took a moment of hesitation, a moment of wondering whether he ought to even wonder about such a thing: but he followed in the footsteps of his younger brother, parting through the crowds as he approached the princess of the north. the closer he got, the more obvious it was that she was greatly concerned about something. his mind immediately jumped to alysanne, and he felt his stomach twist. "highness." he greeted, his tone weary. trying to read between the lines.

brandon was never good at reading between the lines. had they found alysanne?

[danceofdragonsrphq]

hi all! the admins at danceofdragonsrp wanted to put together a most wanted connections list - some of these have more than one family link as well as council positions! if you have any questions, please ask us or any of the muns  ♡

open ruling lady of white harbor, wife of lord nasir manderly, sister of lord eren marbrand (must be a turkish fc)

open prince of house stark, also lord commander of the night’s watch

open lordof house blackwood, hand and cousin of king casimir tully. also cousin to the starks of winterfell. also, ladies of house blackwood.

open lord of house frey, master of coin of king casimir tully (tension with casimir) - also, open ladies of house frey.

open ladies of house manwoody, sister to lady joy manwoody/yronwood (must be a desi fc)

open lord of house celtigar, master of coin to queen caerella targaryen, brother of lady lyra celtigar, mistress of whispers. also lady of house celtigar, younger sister to the ruling lord of claw isle as well as lady lyra celtigar.

open lord grafton, master of ships upon the vale council, cousin of bastard lord domeric stone of the snakewood

open lord and ladies of house bolton, master of whispers upon the council of king owen stark

open lord of house velaryon, master of ships to queen caerella targaryen, brother to lord deimos velaryon and vhaenessa velaryon - also lord of nightsong

open lady of (any westerland, reach or riverland house) as the betrothed of lord theomore westerling

open lady and lord of house mallister, siblings to ruling lord zakariya mallister and lady emira mallister (both must be a turkish fc & have an islamic name) 

open lord, lord and lady of house manderly, sibling to lord nasir manderly. also master of coin and master of ships. (must be a black fc) 

open lord and ladies of house dayne, sibling to lord baashir dayne, the sword of the morning (must be a desi/south asian fc) 

open lords and ladies of house fowler, siblings of lady ophelia fowler (needs to a black or filipino fc)

[tionpeake]

there was mischief in nasir's tone, the sort of familiar teasing that can only have been born of two who new each other as well as they did. tion took the jests in good nature, shaking his head a little as he laughed. "yes, she had me cornered, and you, as i understand, just watched it all unfold, without coming to my rescue? so much for northern honour." he tutted, even as his smirk deepened on his face. "next time, i'll send her your way. see how you fare against the valyrian inquisition."

nasir's next words prompted a little more thought. in that moment, tion's mind had slipped to another friend, another targaryen, one lost to him long ago. the prince daeron was a man tion had greatly admired, one he would have gladly called his king. what would daeron have thought of his niece, of viserra? the thought made his mouth twitch, caught between his smirk and a sigh. he'd heard the adage enough times, that targaryens were either mad or great, and could not help but wander if daeron had been the very last of the great dragons. if he were here, would he have tempered the insanity of his nephew and niece, or watched while they played their games? it was a question without an answer, one that it would only be a waste to dwell upon.

"and leave all this behind to play the life of a prince consort?" he swept his hand through the room, but his gesture was meant for that beyond its walls. all he had worked for, poured his blood and sweat into making a success. it would take a rare woman to convince him to leave it behind. "you know that my last attempt to find a wife was a disaster. ayca mallister turned me down flat. no, you'll be wedded before i will. that is a guarantee."

his mirth faded, softening as talk turned once again to zakariya. "he won't be a boy forever," he agreed. "and when the questions come, i'll give him what truths i can, and protect him from the ones that could ruin him. and you." his gaze fixed on nasir, steady and stable. tion's words were a promise uttered, an oath that no matter what would come, the secret would be kept, even from the child himself.

was the distance for the best? tion wasn't sure if he knew the answer to that. he wasn't sure there would be any distance that would keep a boy from wanting to know his father, or a father from knowing his son, but those were not the words he thought nasir wanted to hear. "then let it be a balm for you. that you have done the best that you could. and if he thinks less of you for it, in time... that may just have to be the price you pay for the rest of it." he would tell nasir no lies, would not assure him that there was no possibility zakirya would not be angry. "no hard choice is ever without consequence."

✯

nasir manderly leaned back in his chair, laughter rumbling from his chest like distant thunder. his fingers drummed idly on the armrest, his mood lighter than it had been in days. tion peake, ever the steady presence, sat across from him, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. "visarra targaryen?" nasir said, his grin widening. "you were all but caught in the web of the targaryen princess- tale worth a flagon or two. i saw the way she cornered you, like a cat toying with a mouse." he gestured lazily, as if painting the scene in the air.

"and you, sitting there with all the grace of a man who’d rather be anywhere else."

he chuckled again, the sound quieter now, more reflective. it was common knowledge that the northmen seemed to detest the green targaryens, and whilst nasir was not one to act based on pure emotion, he did agree they seemed more inclined to madness and strangeness. "perhaps it’s the history of it all she can't unsee," he uttered. "the greens and the blacks, the dragons and the fire. maybe she sees you as some last piece of all that. gods know why."

there was a cheek in his eye now, something that made him more akin to his younger brother rather than himself. "and i was gonna ask when youre going wife hunting. it seems you're the one on her radar."

nasir’s mirth softened as the conversation shifted. his fingers stilled, and his gaze drifted to the wine cup before him. the mention of zakariya had struck a chord, as it always did. "you’re right, of course," nasir admitted, his voice quieter now. "the boy is safe, cared for. you’ve given him a place where he can grow without the shadow of my name weighing him down. it’s more than many bastards could hope for. more than i had any right to hope for, if i’m being honest." he paused, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him like a leaden cloak.

"but still, there’s a part of me that wonders. when he’s older, if he begins to piece it all together... what will he think of me? of the choices i made—or didn’t make—for him?" nasir shook his head, as if trying to dispel the thought. "he’ll have questions for you, no doubt. questions you can’t answer about his parentage, not without risking everything. and the distance, it’s for the best, isn’t it? that’s what i tell myself."

[danceofwhispers]

Rumour has it Nasir Manderly picked up a woman during the Great Northern war that he's now made his secret mistress. Time for him to meet his son, and for Lady Manderly to meet her competition.

@nasirofmanderlys, @imaneshahrazad

[amirofmanderlys]

♛ → THE NORTH presents AMIR MANDERLY, the LORD / MASTER OF SHIPS of WHITE HARBOR. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACKS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY EIGHT year old MALE who was BOLD & GENUINE before they saw the first of the flames, is now BRASH & FIERY after seeing the last. (fc. alfie enoch) 

the second son of house manderly, amir is the thirdborn in total. his twin his lady zaida manderly, and he was born some minutes before her; there was some worry as to whether the second twin would arrive safely. it is said amir did not cry until his sister had also been born, and was by his side in this world. amir and zaida are extremely close, almost considered to be extensions of one another.

consider him the golden boy; the outgoing, social one - upon entering white harbor’s great hall, it is amir’s voice or laughter you are likely to hear first. the difference in personality he has with his eldest brother, the lord of white harbor, has resulted in the brothers being closer. whilst they do disagree on matters, amir focuses more on wishing to support nasir rather than argue his own point. 

he is ... outspoken. incredibly outspoken. he will tell you if you are wasting his time. he is irritable, easy to get angry, but it comes not from a place of tragedy or trauma. he simply was born outspoken. what comes after his mouth opens depends on his loyalty.

nasir often spends weeks away from home, as he ensures his presence among the manderly fleet is present, is there. he has engaged in repeated conflict with the isle of skagos, and the recent news of a manderly vessel being attacked, looted and sunk by the three sisters of the vale is the latest issue he is dealing with. 

he is no green boy; he began fighting in the dance of dragons as early as six and ten, steadily making his way through the ranks. he fought mostly for the blacks alongside the rest of the north, though it was mostly out of loyalty to the starks rather than rhaenyra herself. he has developed an acquired a certain blend of fighting, a mix of using southern weaponry, and yet if push came to shove, the man is comfortable using his own body, his own hands, to finish a job.

since the end of the dance of dragons, amir continues to involve himself in each of the wars that have since passed, helping lift the siege of deepwood motte for the glovers. where he seems to be the most questionable is within the border wars with the boltons: domeric bolton’s murder of his uncle seemed to spark something, and amir was ready to push to take glorie bolton as hostage if he needed to. 

naturally, it would be easy to think him morally grey. and he is in the eyes of the seven, rather than for the sake of securing power. amir is a faithful believer, does not question their exist nor their plan; only struggles with matters of self-discipline. asks for their wisdom and their help in that matter - it is impossible for humans to not make mistakes when it comes to following scripture.

weird random headcanon: he is able to hold his breath for strange amounts of time under water.