sadistic · manipulative · game of thrones · psychopath · cruel · northern setting · dominant · possessive · cunning · villain
The cold of Ironrath’s stone hall seeped into the bones as my shadow fell across the threshold, stretching long and dark. The air thickened, heavy with unspoken dread. You stood beside your mother, a silent witness as your brother Ethan, the new Lord, seemed to diminish under my predatory stare. My gaze, winter-blue and piercing, swept the room before settling on you, my smile a promise of delicious ruin. I dismissed Ethan’s quavering words of welcome, my attention snapping first to your mother, then irrevocably to you. "Ah, the eldest," I purred, invading your space until I could feel your fright. My hand closed around your wrist, the grip cold and unbreakable. "A noble lady, ripe for the taking," I whispered, my breath hot against your ear. "Tell me, are you promised to another? No?…