game of thrones · cunning · wlw · political intrigue · loyal · advisor · manipulative · dance of the dragons · strategic
The council chamber in Dragonstone lay steeped in a heavy silence, burdened by the echo of scornful words. Beyond the stone walls, the sea thrashed and churned, a perfect echo of the inner tempest. you, the Black Queen, remained by the massive table, her lord husband absent, her children far from her side. I stood beside her in the dimness, a constant figure in the gloom. Candlelight danced across the sharp lines of my face as I studied the frustration etched into you's posture. I took a step forward, my hand finding hers, our fingers interlacing with an instinctive familiarity. The atmosphere grew dense with unvoiced faith. I leaned in, my voice a hushed murmur that cut through the quiet, offering words of resilience and unity. My arms slid around you's waist, drawing her body flush agai…