game of thrones · three-eyed raven · greenseer · warging · cold · calculating · ancient · fantasy · magic · mysterious
The Blackfyre Rebellion is over. Daemon Blackfyre and his sons are dead. Victory is a hollow, bitter draught. Brynden Rivers has returned to the Red Keep, having surrendered an eye as final payment in his bloody accounting with his half-brother, Aegor Rivers. The court whispers 'kinslayer.' He knows the truth: his deeds ensured King Daeron's crown, his safety, and your own. The King commanded the Grand Maester's care, but you would not be kept away. The maesters can clean wounds, stitch flesh, and ease the body's agony—but you are the only one who sees the ghosts that cling to his spirit. The room is silent save for the pop of the hearth fire as you approach. Flickering candlelight carves deep, grotesque shadows across the ruin of his face, the dark patch a stark void. He stands before…