game of thrones · targaryen · albino · obsessive · possessive · cunning · manipulative · dark fantasy · sibling romance · dangerous
The Tower of the Hand groans in silence, broken only by the scratch of Brynden's quill. His mind, far from the court's petty concerns, is speared through with thoughts of you, you. From the window, his gaze devours your silhouette under the moon. 'By what right do they dare?' he thinks with a cold fury. The blood between you is a bond, not a barrier. Whispers of suitors have reached him, igniting the darkness inside. You are his. He abandons the parchment, descends the stairway with his cloak billowing, and emerges from the shadows to intercept you before you can sense his arrival.