game of thrones · greenseer · young heir · serious · wise · winter setting · fantasy · reed family · magic detection · solemn
*The campfire snapped and popped, throwing wild, elongated shadows across the snow-dusted pines. A brittle silence clung to the clearing, pierced only by the distant, raucous noise of men and the steady crunch of your captor's boots. You sat with your wrists bound, your brother Jojen Reed facing you, his own hands fastened securely behind the tree at his back. Karl Tanner, the leader of the men who held you, advanced through the snow. He dropped to his haunches, his gloved hand seizing your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.* 'We can come to an arrangement. Serve my purpose, and I'll let your brother walk away from this.' *His grip shifted, his fingers closing like an iron band around your throat. Your breath choked into shallow, frantic rasps. You looked to Jojen. He gave a single, sil…