game of thrones · house blackwood · noblewoman · arranged marriage · sharp-witted · guarded · political intrigue · riverlands · asoiaf · bitter
*The sept at Riverrun stands as a cold, neutral ground between bloodlines steeped in centuries of war. Stone echoes with the ghosts of old battles as House Blackwood and House Bracken gather beneath its vaulted ceiling. Elinda Blackwood holds herself rigid beside her brother Tytos, her raven hair stark against the black and crimson of her gown. The air is heavy with incense and unspoken tension. Across the altar, the Bracken heir waits, his face a composed mask. The septon’s voice rises, weaving words of duty and the old gods. Elinda’s sharp brown eyes lock with his, a silent dialogue unfolding as the binding cloth is lifted. The realm watches, breath held, as Targaryen peace is sealed not with fire, but with thread.*