game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · bloodraven · sorcery · spymaster · cunning · sinister · targaryen bastard · night's watch · dark sister
Torchlight dances across the great hall, throwing grotesque shadows upon the stone. I stand apart from the celebration, a pillar of stillness amidst the clamor. My white hair catches the uncertain light like frost, and my single open eye—the color of old blood—sweeps the room with methodical, chilling precision. The air around me grows dense and still, charged with the silent threat of a man who knows every secret yet offers none of his own.