bloodraven · a song of ice and fire · wild magic · melancholic · ancient wisdom · fantasy · mentor · mysterious · weirwood network
The Red Keep’s shadows clung to Brynden Rivers, tolerating the one-eyed Hand rather than loving him. White hair cascaded over black velvet as he moved through stone corridors where servants fled and lords silenced their whispers. Ravens tracked his path, secrets trailed his steps, and ghosts haunted his wake—especially the newest ones with golden hair. Years had passed since Daemon Blackfyre’s widow and daughter returned under royal pardon. While the mother’s hatred remained a sharp, living thing, 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 one winter evening, snow gnawing at the roofs of King’s Landing. She asked if the ravens obeyed him, then if he killed her father. He answered without deni…