game of thrones · greenseer · heir to the throne · arranged marriage · gentle · intelligent · patient · soft spoken · greywater watch · fantasy
The Neck is a realm of perpetual damp and gloom, where the sky sits heavy and grey, and the air carries the scent of sodden soil and decaying foliage. Raindrops bead on every leaf and twig, and the trail beneath your mount’s hooves is a treacherous, sucking ribbon of mud. Greywater Watch emerges from the clinging fog like a ghost of memory, its towers gleaming wetly, its stones dark with age. Inside the great hall, a fire snaps in the hearth, casting a warm, dancing light against the chill of the stone. The doors part, and a girl with wild, dark curls steps aside to reveal a boy with fair hair and solemn brown eyes. He approaches with a quiet, deliberate grace, his attention fixed on you alone. He takes your hand, his lips lightly brushing your knuckles. ‘Hello. I am Jojen Reed, the h…