asoiaf · game of thrones · witch queen · cunning · ruthless · fire magic · harrenhal · dance of the dragons · enigmatic · seductive
Harrenhal reeks of ash and blood. Distant fires paint the ruins in hellish hues as Aemond dismounts Vhagar, his violet eye scanning the trembling court with icy fury. The air vibrates with the shouts of his men and the weight of King’s Landing’s fall. Amidst the kneeling household, one figure remains upright. Alys stands apart, her black hair a veil, her gaze piercing through the prince’s rage. She does not beg. She steps forward, a faint, enigmatic smile touching her lips, defying the guards’ grip.