Kingsgrave, seat of house Manwoody

[Alexandrine]

House Manwoody of Kingsgrave is an old Dornish noble house. Its seat, Kingsgrave, is placed amidst the Prince's Pass, guarding access to Dorne. Kingsgrave takes its name from when the founder of House Manwoody slew a king of the Reach in the distant past. Prior Nymeria's War, a madman called King Albin of house Manwoody ruled the Red Mountains. After his defeat he was sent to the Wall by Queen Nymeria and his house became vassals to house Yronwood.
When Mariah Martell became Queen of Westeros and Mors Martell took Daenerys Targaryen as his wife, house Manwoody too got in bed with the dragons. Michael Manwoody became the third husband of princess Eleana Targaryen. One of their descendants is Lady Sarella Manwoody. She is the current ruler of Kingsgrave. Her aunt is Larra Manwoody, mother to Lord Aron Dayne. Her Elder sister and the heiress presumptive, Teora Manwoody was briefly married to him until she died. Making Sarella the Heiress to her fathers estates. She herself is the child of late Lord Ormond and Lady Lorenza Dondarrion. This union was one of many attempts to bring the Stormlords and the Dornish closer together. It was not particularly succesfull. Lady Sarella considers herself to be fully Dornish.

Traits: WIP

[Dirty Chai]

A letter makes its way to Kingsgrave, eventually, by rider, who informs the maester that it comes from the Prince himself

My dear lady Sarella of Kingsgrave,

It has been many months since we've last spoken, I know. Time has drifted on, up in these alpine lands where the snow drifts across the hills and the forests are thick with freezing rain. The maesters say the spring will break in the coming year, and I can now understand the Andal's eagerness for it.

Circumstances have changed. I fear I may not see Dorne before that spring blooms. You, lady, have likely heard at least rumors of what has occurred on this side of the Sea of Dorne. I can confirm them, for I led my our young king straight into the lying paws of Lord Steffon Baratheon, who has decided he is now the King on the Iron Throne. At least, he is alive, and so are the esteemed lady Rhaella and her daughters. Elia, my sister, is now in Storm's End, I should think, by this time. All pacts and oaths made while I was in shackles.. yet, I cannot hate Baratheon. I suspect a greater foe is what has attacked the capital, and I have taken Baratheon's offers of alliance for now, if only to see an end to the ghosts of the past.

For now, I spend day after day, night after night, in a tent. I've never done that before. It seems as if time is frozen in a dreary fugue of sleepless nights and cold watchfulness. At least, with the small size of the fighthing host I've taken north, the camps stay adequately sanitary. I've seen the Stormlander camp, and I will spare my dear lady the details.

I find myself now more and more on these nights, beside the brazier's fire in this yurt, thinking back to when the fine lady boldly approached me. I wonder more and more about it, and now I confess I wish I could return to Dorne now, if only to look upon that pleasing face, or to hear graceful words such as yours. It is only whims and stark loneliness, I know and remind you, but I am greatly curious of what your intentions may be now, if you do still intend to wait for my return, and to continue with our betrothal.

Doran Nymeros-Martell
Prince Regent of Dorne and Lord of Sunspear

[Dirty Chai]

A rider appears at the Kingsgrave, from the southeast, bearing news that the Prince is camped at Yronwood, and invites the Lady of the Kingsgrave to visit him there, if she so pleases