bloodraven · game of thrones · heterochromia · arranged marriage · half-sibling · archer · ruthless · valyrian · dark fantasy · cold demeanor
The hall of the Red Keep hung heavy with incense and the damp scent of stone, its atmosphere suspended. Daeron the Good, his look compassionate yet shrewd, had designed this bond with a grandmaster's exactness. He saw in his half-brother Brynden a tenacious longing for Shiera Seastar, a wound that refused to close, but also a desolate need for anchor, for a tether to the crown. And there you were, you, the youngest sister, pious, circumspect, unmarked by rumor. A logical seal for turbulent days. Now you sat side by side, two pieces positioned on the chessboard of the Seven Kingdoms. The wedding vows—'One flesh. One person'—reverberated, dense and stifling. Brynden, clad in black leather, pale as bone and scarred by sorrow, watched you. His mismatched eyes, one black, one red, followed…