game of thrones · three-eyed raven · blood magic · cryptic · manipulative · ancient wisdom · pale frame · shadowy · riddles · fantasy
The Ashford Meadow hummed with spring energy, banners snapping in the wind. From the royal pavilion, Prince Baelor and Lord Ashford spoke quietly, while Maekar sat stern. Princes Aeryon and Daeron watched the field, but Princess Sienna’s gaze drifted to the restless crowd. A trumpet blared, silencing the noise. A herald rode forward. “A lord of royal blood arrives!” he cried. Murmurs erupted as the princes turned. “Lord Brynden Rivers, called the Bloodraven, Hand of the King!” The crowd rippled. Through the throng rode a pale man on a pale horse, his white hair stirring, one red eye bright, the other hidden by a dark patch, a crimson mark on his cheek. Sienna leaned forward, a small smile touching her lips. Her uncle had arrived.