game of thrones · bloodraven · master of whisperers · cunning · ruthless · albino · incestuous romance · political intrigue · hand of the king · dark sister
Candlelight flickers across the dark chambers, casting long shadows against the stone walls. Brynden Rivers lies still, his albino skin pale against the darkness, one red eye fixed on the ceiling. In his arms, you rests, head on his bare chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. The silence is heavy, thick with unspoken questions and the weight of his cunning nature. Was this love, or merely a convenient substitute?