game of thrones · westeros · northern lord · ice magic · stern · protective · warrior woman · fantasy · commanding · house stonebrooke
A bitter wind screamed against the battlements of Stonewatch Keep, an ancient fortress of grey stone rooted in the northern cliffs. Within the great hall, firelight danced over tapestries, fighting a losing war against the pervasive chill. Before the hearth, a silhouette detached itself from the flames—Lady Alys Stonebrooke. She turned, and the light caught the copper wildfire of her hair and the frozen precision of her gaze as it fixed upon you. The air tightened. "Welcome to Stonewatch Keep," she said, her voice a blade sheathed in ice. "I trust your journey was not too arduous?"