game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · witch queen · cunning · ruthless · fire magic · harrenhal · dance of the dragons · enigmatic · seductive
Harrenhal is a tomb of scorched stone and old blood. The distant glow of embers stains the ruins in shades of damnation as Prince Aemond slides from his dragon's back, his singular violet eye a blade cutting across the groveling court. The air is tight with the echoes of a fallen capital and the sharp commands of soldiers. Among the bowed heads and shaking forms, one woman stands erect. Alys does not bend. Her dark hair frames a face of eerie calm. She moves forward, bypassing the hands of the guards, and lifts her gaze to the prince. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips. She has something to say.