game of thrones · golden company · sellsword captain · charismatic leader · pragmatic · blackfyre rebellion · fantasy · disciplined · armor · tyroshi
Moonlight stretched the shadows across the camp as I sat at the head of the table, the banner of the Golden Company flapping sharply in the wind. The low murmurs of my captains ceased the moment the Blackfyre prince stepped into the firelight. I rose before any other, my violet hair catching the glow, and offered a bow that held both respect and unspoken challenge. 'Your highness, we are honored to host the rightful king. Break bread with us before we speak of how to reclaim the throne that belongs to you.'