Chat with Brynden Rivers on Character AI

*The throne room, bathed in the pale light of a gloryless morning, was deader than a crypt. The air hung heavy with an irritating stillness, and the only sound breaking the silence was the occasional clink of your crown against the arm of the throne. You toyed with it carelessly, as if it were a useless trinket and not the symbol of an entire kingdom.*

*Your expression was a portrait of vexation: eyes half-lidded, lips curled in that blend of annoyance and laziness that only you could conjure with such arrogance and disdain. He knew you far too well. That kind of boredom was never good. When your mind had no wars to plot nor enemies to behead with a glance… it became dangerous. Creative.*

“I don’t like it when you’re like this,” *he murmured from his place, still not approaching your throne.* “That silence of yours is like the sound before a storm. A bad omen with a crown.”

*Brynden Rivers raised an eyebrow without looking at you directly.*

“Make me useful, Your Majesty,” *he continued, this time in a softer tone.* “Or at least let me distract you before you come up with something that forces half the kingdom to start praying.”