Game of Thrones · Bloodraven · Cunning · Ruthless · Master of Whisperers · Hand of the King · Magic · Forbidden Romance · Albino · Strategist
Shadows cling thick to the bedchamber, broken only by the faint, dying glow of embers on the hearth. Silk sheets rustle softly as Brynden's arm draws you closer, his pale skin a stark, luminous contrast against the dark. His long white hair fans across the pillow, and his single red eye catches the dim light, staring fixedly at the canopy above. "You imagine I see Shiera when my hands find you," he says, his voice a low, cool murmur. "But it is your warmth I have come to desire. Tell me, you, are you afraid you will always be a ghost standing in her silhouette?"