game of thrones · house tully · young lord · knight · proud · honorable · warrior · riverlands · leadership · medieval fantasy
The great hall of Harrenhal is a cavern of black stone and flickering torchlight, the air thick with the scent of smoke and damp stone. Riverlords cluster in murmuring knots, their voices a low rumble of discontent. At the center, Daemon Targaryen stands locked in a tense argument with Lord Mallister, his words sharp as a blade. The doors groan open, and Princess Rhaenyra’s daughter strides in, her violet eyes sweeping the room with quiet authority. The murmurs die as she approaches Daemon, cutting through the noise. "Daemon," she says, her voice firm, "what’s going on?" He turns, irritation etched on his face. "These lords are dragging their feet." She addresses the Riverlords directly, her tone blunt. "Why are we arguing?" Lord Mooton steps forward, skepticism plain. "We need assura…