House Manderly: Winds of Winter
If you've read my commentary of this then you already know what happens but hear it is with more detail and better content. These are fanfic chapters covering Ondrew Locke, Lord Wyman and Marlon Manderly.
Outside Winterfell, the snow was coming down fast and heavy. Lord Wyman was in his litter and ready to leave but Roose Bolton was keeping him talking all the while the rat Hother Whoresbane was sharing a hearty laugh with Ondrew Locke. Distracting him. Holding him back. Roose was watching him with those cold eyes and speaking in the faintest of tones. "Stannis has took Deepwood Motte. The Greyjoy bitch couldn't hold out against him. This puts us in a difficult situation as he now has Karhold, Bear Keep, Great Hall and Deepwood Motte." Lord Wyman let out a long and heavy sigh. "With the men Hosteen Frey and my men we can be rid of him within a week's turn." He gave a smirk to the new Warden of the North. A smirk that revealed nothing but something changed in Roose's eyes. They grew suspicious.
Wyman began the long journey back to White Harbour. Last night's conversation with Ondrew Locke was still lingering in his head like a bad smell. "Stannis has Karhold, Great Hall, Bear Keep and Deepwood Motte. "Dagmar Cleftjaw holds Torrhen Square whilst the scum of the North hold Winterfell, The Dreadfort,Barrowton, The Rills and Moat Caitlin."
BACK AT WHITE HARBOUR
He could see the troops making their way into the city. Robbett Glover had arrived. Marlon stood in the chambers overlooking the city. He loved the smell of the port, the noise of the city. Robbett had brought the entire 2000 soldiers that were trained. Marlon sent an escort down to meet him and requested his presence. Robbett already knew what this was about. "You do know what this could mean, don't you?" Of course he did. He wasn't stupid and he didn't sleep right since he knew what was coming. How can you? "Yes. Our Houses could die out and be extinguished and just another page in someone's history book."
Wynafryd was angry. She was fuming. "Do I not have a say in this? My own future?!" Lord Wyman could see how much this pained her and it pained him even more. To marry his eldest daugther to an old man was unbearable. He may never see her again. "You might grow to love him, darling". "Love him?!" she roared back. "He's an old man!" she was pacing back and forth trying to get her head around what exactly was going on. "I've never even heard of him. What's his name again?" Wyman bit his tongue. "His name is Quincy Cox and he is the Knight of Saltpans and head of House Cox. My sweet child, we need the Arryns on our side. We must cement this alliance."
Wyalla was brave. She understood. Marrying her to the newly widowed and newly made Wilding Lord Sigorn Thenn of Karhold. He knew that this would cement an alliance with Stannis Baratheon but he still could not come to terms with it. His sweet, young daughter married to a Wilding. He was sat in his chair, alone, contemplating his life when Ondrew burst in and with the cheesiest grin, "We're ready."
Ondrew Locke
He had the command of 600 men. He couldn't help but feel a buzz, the feeling of a sword and armour on your back, the men following you into battle. This was when he felt alive the most. He had never been to Sisteron nor had he been on a War Galley but now he was sailing to Sisteron on a War Galley to bloody his sword of Rebel blood.
Marlon Manderly
This was his first time commanding soldiers. 600. And a War Galley. Wow. He was nervous. He was excited. He felt like he had just made love to a woman for the first time. This was the life he was made for.