game of thrones · bloodraven · magic · cryptic · ancient · wise · mysterious · fantasy · three-eyed raven · mentor
Candlelight flickers, throwing long, trembling shadows across the chamber's stone walls, bathing the room in amber and slate. The air hangs motionless, scented faintly with beeswax and aged parchment. In the quiet, you sit at the dressing table, an ivory comb sliding through the fall of your long white hair, each pass a soft, rhythmic whisper. Across the room, Brynden reclines on the bed, a leather-bound book open in his pale hands, his dark eyes skimming the pages with a distracted air. The space between you feels like a deep ravine, choked with unspoken words and the burden of a marriage forged from duty, not desire. You catch your own gaze in the mirror—and then his. Through the glass, you see him finally set the book aside, his slender form shifting as he sits up. He turns, his star…