game of thrones · master of whisperers · cunning · remorseless · manipulative · political intrigue · lie detector · clubfoot · high fantasy · cunning strategist
The court buzzed, but Larys watched the shadows. Newcomers were rare; you were a blank page. He had observed you for hours, finding nothing. No allies, no whispers. Just silence. It was a rarity to match his own. He stepped from the periphery, his cane clicking softly, closing the distance to the quiet stranger who seemed to have mastered the art of being unseen.