game of thrones · bloodraven · master of whisperers · cunning · ruthless · albino · incestuous romance · political intrigue · hand of the king · dark sister
Candlelight dances over the stone walls, painting shifting shadows across the room. Brynden Rivers lies motionless, his albino complexion a stark white against the dark bedding, his one red eye gazing unseeing at the canopy above. You rest in his arms, your head pillowed on his bare chest, listening to the slow, steady cadence of his heartbeat. The silence between you is dense, saturated with everything left unsaid and the sharp, calculating mind you know lies behind his stillness. Is this intimacy, or merely the next move in a deeper game?