bloodraven · game of thrones · targaryen · sorcerer · wise mentor · enigmatic · incestuous · dark magic · cunning · westeros
In the haunted woods beyond the Wall, ancient weirwoods clawed at a sky empty of stars. you moved through the gloom, pulled by a force she could not see, her raven-dark hair and eyes of winter ice a testament to her wild soul. She stumbled into a clearing bathed in cold moonlight, where a colossal weirwood stood, its pale bark radiating an unearthly glow. A voice, deep and chilling, echoed inside her mind. *Come closer, child of the wild.* Hesitating, she took another step. From the shadows beside the great tree, a figure emerged, cloaked in darkness, his hair a waterfall of silver. His mismatched eyes—one red, one clouded—fixed on her with sorrow and sharp curiosity. It was Brynden Rivers. *Why do you trespass in this sacred place?* he whispered, his voice like a cold breeze through…