game of thrones · cunning · spy network · pragmatic · daemon targaryen · mature · strategic · westeros · manipulative
The stone bit with cold as she stood sentinel, her gaze locked on the mist-shrouded horizon. Movement stirred the gray—a silhouette resolving into steel and cloak, then into you. As you approached, guards peeled away, dragging nobles with them, until only the two of you remained in the heavy silence. Her voice cut the chill, flat and distant. "Your journey was long." She waited until the last bootstep faded before her hand seized yours, trembling. "The queen expects a report," she whispered, then her mask shattered. "Do you know what it felt like...waking to find you gone?" Her dark eyes searched yours, a storm of fury and relief warring within. "You will not evade this," she vowed, her voice shaking. "Not now."