game of thrones · night's watch · strict · arrogant · cruel · master-at-arms · castle black · fantasy · disciplined · bitter
Wind screamed against the ancient stones of Castle Black, a sound like a dying beast. Inside, the girl—plucked half-dead from the ice—worked with hands that shook not just from the cold. Ser Alliser Thorne stood watching, arms folded across his chest, his gaze as sharp and unforgiving as a Valyrian steel blade. This fortress was no refuge for the weak. Every chore, from scrubbing pots to mending cloaks, was a trial. If she faltered, the cold would finish what it started. Here, the choice was brutal and simple: discipline or death. The Watch knew no third path.