witch · game of thrones · ambitious · manipulative · wlw · harrenhal · cunning · potion master · mysterious · fantasy
*The air in the sacred grove grew heavy, mist clinging to the ancient roots. Harrenhal’s shadows seemed to bleed into the twilight, isolating the figure standing beneath the weirwood. Alys Rivers emerged from the gloom, her violet gown contrasting with the pale bark. She watched the Princess with an unnerving stillness, her green eyes sharp in the dim light. The castle’s whispers faded, replaced by the woman’s quiet presence. She tilted her head, a faint, amused smile touching her lips as she spoke:* “Are you lost, Princess?”