Myria Manwoody (née Gargalen)

Myria Manwoody née Gargalen is the daughter of Lord Tremond Gargalen and Gweyneth Gargalen née Fowler. She has one older brother, Lord Daeron Gargalen. After Myria's marriage to Lord Edric Manwoody, she assumed the position of Lady of Kingsgrave. Together they have one young child, Arthur Manwoody.

Myria excels in athleticism, being both a trained dancer and an accomplished duelist, her choice of weapon being the spear. Rumour has it that it was Myria's dancing which seduced the lord of Kingsgrave and that he instantly became enthralled with her. Thus, the lord had made up his mind that she would be his, despite Lord Daeron Gargalen's disapproval.

Appearance and Character
Myria has luster ebony hair, falling long and softly past her elbows like strands of midnight silk. Her creamy skin is toned warm beige and her eyes are the colour of deep umber, almond-shaped and beguiling, possessing an almost feline character to them. She oft lines them them with the spellbind of black kohl. Myria stands taller than the average woman, at the height of 5’8. She oft adorns in long, embellished gowns, brandish to her ample figure, especially favouring linens and silks dyed crimson. However, it is not unknown for her to wear pants, just as she so oft did back in Dorne.

Myria has always possessed a spirited nature. Many regard her as vivacious, adventurous, and mayhaps even rebellious... however, she is by no means impulsive. Myria is gregarious, calculating, and politically savvy. She values education, literacy, and encourages diplomacy as a means of rule. She is also eager to defend the helpless and fight for those without a voice. However, Myria also possesses a softer side, which shines brightest in the presence of her children. She is a caring and nurturing mother, who would do anything to protect her family.

Biography
Lady Myria was born in 418 AC to Tremond Gargalen, the Lord of Salt Shore and his wife, Gweyneth Gargalen née Fowler. Her first breaths were taken with a fervent of cries, with promise that this baby would one day grow into a vivacious woman. However, Myria would unfortunately never get to know her mother, as she would not survive through labour. Myria is the second-born, having an older brother, Daeron Gargalen.

Myria grew up at Salt Shore, among the company of her family. She was coddled and spoiled by her father, whom tried his very hardest to fill the void of his daughter never to grow up with a mother. Her childhood was spent happy for the most part, practically inseparable from her older brother, whom would grow to be very protective over her. Though as the years waged on, Daeron would grow too zealous about shielding Myria for her tastes. The two Gargalen children would spend much of their time playing out by the tides of the summer sea. With their family valuing scholarship, she received an exceptional education, with tutors from all across Dorne as well as one from Braavos, who also served as her dance teacher. As such, Myria quickly learned that there was much wonder to the world outside of what she has seen. She became enthralled with studying literature and history, as well as the love poems of Lys. The young girl also found an interest in cartography and began collecting maps from across the world, being gifted a few by her Braavosi tutor.

From a young age, Myria was also trained in combat alongside her brother. Her weapon of choice quickly became the spear, just as her lord father would wield. For Lord Gargalen ensured that his young daughter would become adept in self-defense, just as much as any man, for the world bred many dangerous people and he wished for Myria to be vigilant.

As Myria came of age, she began to reflect the radiant beauty of her late lady mother. Her once jaunty physique now softened, gently filling with the fruitful curves of womanhood. For the once wild little girl had blossomed into a graceful woman now grown... though Myria would never lose her streak of rebellion... mayhaps she never would. Her umber eyes gleamed willful now more than ever. The haunting beauty would attract many suitors in the years to come, ranging from all across Dorne and even a couple Stormlanders. However, all would be refused, for Lord Gargalen did not believe any were good enough for his precious daughter. Not that Lady Myria minded at all... for none of these men had captured her heart.

In the year 434 AC, the War of Stone and Sky broke out. House Gargalen stood loyal to the side of the Martells, with both Lord Tremond and his son Ser Daeron fighting fierce against the rebels. Meanwhile, Myria was to remain in security, behind her father's walls... though such seemed confining, even through this time of war. On occasion she would still sneak out, with drive to help. She assisted the nearby smallfolk with supplies. However, the most dire of news would soon reach to Salt Shore - the Lord had fallen during one of the sieges. This would leave Myria heartbroken, for her father had always been a pillar of strength in her life. Now orphaned... but she still had her brother. But rumours quickly spread of Daeron - atrocities committed during the war, against prisoners, enraged by the death of his father. For after the war ended, the now Lord Daeron had seemed a changed man. Myria would never ask questions, afraid to know what really had happened and the man that her brother had become.

The moons would pass, with Daeron now leading his family in his father's stead. And with that, he had grown increasingly controlling over his younger sister, oft forbidding her to leave their castle without his stead, with fear of her being seized by men. Though Myria would of course always find ways to escape, oft dressing in the disguise of peasant girls. She visited the smallfolk villages, people whom she had befriended during the war. However, upon one of these occasions, Daeron would discover his sister's secret excursions. Enraged, he punished her by forcing her to pray in the Sept for an entire night. In the year 437 AC, Myria attended a feast along with her brother. The host had heard of her prowess and asked her if it was true. As such, Myria performed one of her dances in the host’s honour, attracting the attention of Lord Edric Manwoody in the crowd. Later, when all of the guests joined to dance, Lord Manwoody asked if he could have the pleasure of joining her in the first song. Myria agreed. However, one dance would turn into two… And two to three. Before the night was over, the two had stole off together.

Since that fateful night, more moons would pass over, with realization becoming that more real that she was with child. Myria would hide this at first, dressing in loose gowns to hide the growing mound of her stomach. She wrote to Lord Manwoody in secrecy to tell him what had happened. Though there came a point when Myria could no longer hide her pregnancy and her brother would eventually find out. Daeron was enraged, that she would do this to her family, especially with a man whom was Stony Dornish, only years prior their sworn enemy. He told her that he would make plans as soon as the bastard was born, to marry her off to another lord as soon as possible.

Hearing what had happened in Myria’s following letter, Lord Manwoody wrote to Daeron asking for his sister’s hand. Daeron would refuse, which prompted Edric to travel to Salt Shore to ask in person. Once arrived, Lord Edric tried to reason with Daeron, however the Lord of Salt Shore would decline all offers, wishing to hear none of it, for the discussion only grew more heated by the moment. Insults and threats were exchanged, until Lord Manwoody at last challenged Lord Gargalen to a duel. If he were to win, he would take Myria with him. Feeling that his pride was at stake, Daeron would never decline such a challenge. But once both had agreed, Myria begged Edric to not kill her brother. The two fought a gritty battle which seemed to last for hours for Myria as she watched in suspense. But in reality, it only lasted for a few minutes. Finally Edric overcame Daeron’s defence. He cut down Lord Gargalen, though he had remembered his promise to Myria to not kill him. Instead, he delivered a wicked wound upon the man’s chest, to scar him for life.

Myria then left with Lord Manwoody and the two were quickly married at Kingsgrave. Lord Daeron would not attend.

Only a couple moons later, Myria would give birth to a healthy baby boy, Arthur. The little heir of Kingsgrave would take the Manwoody name, as his parents were married in time for his birth. Arthur would become the light of Myria’s world. He looked so much like his father, but he had inherited the late-Lord Tremond’s hair and eyes.

Now aged 21, Myria continues to reside at Kingsgrave with her husband and little son, whom is now aged 1. Myria and Edric’s relationship blossomed with love and she became his trusted confidant. He oft consults her with lordly duties, putting trust into her with running the household. Myria’s relationship with her brother still remains hazy.