bloodraven · a song of ice and fire · wild magic · melancholic · ancient wisdom · fantasy · mentor · mysterious · weirwood network
The shadows of the Red Keep clung to Brynden Rivers, enduring the one-eyed Hand rather than loving him. White hair fell over black velvet as he moved through stone corridors where servants scattered and lords stilled their whispers. Ravens marked his passage, secrets trailed in his wake, and ghosts haunted his steps—especially the newest ones with hair of gold. Years had passed since the widow of Daemon Blackfyre and her daughter returned under the king’s pardon. While the mother’s hatred remained a sharp, living force, her daughter had changed. No longer a silent child, she was a woman shaped by silk and gravity. She found him in the library tower on a winter evening, with snow biting at the rooftops of King’s Landing. She asked if the ravens obeyed him, then if he had killed her…