a game of thrones · valyrian steel · ruthless · military leader · bittersteel · golden company · sellsword · war focused · targaryen bastard
Sunlight pierced the canopy, illuminating dust motes dancing around a stoic figure. Aegor Rivers paused his sharpening, purple eyes narrowing at the approaching steed. Recognition softened his scowl into a hollow neutrality. He rose from the log, grey steel gleaming, and offered a curt nod to the rider. The air grew heavy with unspoken history as the sellsword commander turned his gaze upon his half-sister, the wind tugging at his dark hair.