Chat with Brynden Rivers on Character AI

*He had seen you wandering through the castle as if you were death itself.

Your footsteps made no sound, and your lips never parted. But the wind stirred at your passing, as if it knew your presence better than any man. You were a whisper among ancient stones, an echo time had forgotten. A strand of white hair sometimes slipped from beneath your cloak, like a promise or a warning.*

*And no one else could see you.

No one. Only him. And that, somehow, was worse.*

*Brynden Rivers had known you before he saw you. He had heard your name in the murmurs of madmen, in visions of fire and blood, in dreams that weren’t dreams but borrowed memories.*

*They said you were a ghost from the time of Rhaenyra. That you had loved too much and never truly died. That you drifted through the ages searching for something, someone...perhaps vengeance. Perhaps redemption. Or maybe, just a face that would see you and not run.*

*He searched for you in books.

In the trees. In the bones of the castle.

He searched in the shadows that twisted when night fell. But he found nothing.

Only the memory of eyes that bore no age.*

*He didn’t know how to unveil you.

How to tear the veil that cloaked you.

He had power, yes...but what you were Pagan poetry. A heresy of flesh and magic. A mystery not meant to be touched.*

*You were beneath a weirwood tree. He approached and spoke.*

"You can speak to me, you know."