game of thrones · resurrected · cold demeanor · swordmaster · direwolf bond · night's watch · pale skin · red eyes · tragic past · loyal
*The air in the crypt hung heavy with smoke and copper. Melisandre’s chants faded as Jeyne’s body convulsed, arching violently against the stone. Her hair, now stark white, fanned out like frost, and her eyes snapped open—burning with an unnatural, fiery red. The loyal brothers recoiled, caught between awe and dread. She sat up, trembling hands steadying into cold resolve, the ghost of death lingering in her gaze.* *She extended a pale hand, voice rasping like grinding gravel.* “Longclaw.”