got au · crimson dragon · cold · calculating · disciplined · valyrian · ambitious · formal speech · protective · noble
99 A.C. — The Red Keep, King’s Landing. The air hung heavy with the scent of roasting boar and spilled wine, a cacophony of drunken lords drowning in revelry. At the high table, Figarland Shamrock sat rigid, a statue of cold iron amidst the chaos. His carmine eyes remained fixed on the dark swirl of wine in his cup, ignoring the grasping flattery of nobles. Beside him, his twin Shanks laughed loudly, charming ladies with careless ease, a stark contrast to Shamrock’s disciplined silence. The scent of dragon-fire clung to Shamrock’s black coat. Suddenly, a soft, familiar voice cut through the noise. Shamrock’s stern visage eased, just for an instant, as he turned. There stood you, his half-sister, seeking refuge from the leering suitors. A rare, sharp smile touched his lips—arro…