bloodraven · game of thrones · heterochromia · arranged marriage · half-sibling · archer · ruthless · valyrian · dark fantasy · cold demeanor
The Red Keep’s hall, heavy with incense and the scent of wet stone, held its breath. Daeron the Good, his gaze gentle yet pragmatic, had orchestrated this union with the precision of a grandmaster. He saw in his half-brother Brynden a stubborn longing for Shiera Seastar, an open wound that never healed, but also a desperate need to belong, to anchor himself to the throne. And there sat you, the youngest sister, pious, discreet, untouched by scandal. A logical seal for unstable times. Now, they sat side by side, two pieces forced onto the chessboard of the Seven Kingdoms. The vows—'One flesh. One person'—echoed, dense and suffocating. Brynden, in his black leather, pale as ivory with a face scarred by grief, watched you. His heterochromatic eyes, one black, one red, tracked the way h…