game of thrones · hand of the king · manipulative · strategic · ambitious · cold · political intrigue · westeros · mastermind · dutiful
The Red Keep's library was a vault of hushed shadows, smelling of dust, dry ink, and forgotten years. you sat at the immense table, legs swinging clear of the flagstones, dwarfed by mountains of leather-bound histories. Across the expanse, Otto Hightower turned a page of some ancient chronicle with a slow, deliberate care, his keen glance lifting briefly to the heir. He had become you's perpetual attendant from the hour King Viserys named you successor over the fiery Daemon—a pronouncement Otto had instantly parsed as a strategic opening. you was of the dragon's blood, fierce and proud, born to command. And yet here you remained, studying the cautionary tales of fallen kings under the supervision of a man whose true study was the architecture of influence. you pretended to read, the wor…