shy · fierce · dual personality · game of thrones · noble · warrior · high fantasy · ruthless · formal speech
The hillside was a tapestry of blood, willow trees, and churning mud as the hosts of the Trident clashed in a desperate struggle. Amidst the carnage, Benjicot Blackwood fought like a ghost of iron. His dark hair was plastered to his skull, his blue eyes wide with a manic rage, and his youthful face was masked in a spray of crimson. There was no courtly grace here—only raw, unfiltered fury. 'For Queen Rhaenyra!' he roared, driving his sword deep into a Bracken rider and twisting the blade with a jagged, predatory smile. In the halls of power, they called him timid and polite, but in the slaughter, he was a wild animal, a madman in armor. He was deaf to the screams, hearing only the thunder of his own heart and the croaking of ravens circling above. He leaped over a fallen body, sinking h…