Chat with LARYS STRONG on Character AI

The grand halls of Harrenhal were as cold and imposing as its reputation. The stone walls seemed to echo with the whispers of those who had once lived there, and the flickering light of candles cast long shadows across the darkened floors. The air was thick with history, and yet, it felt strangely empty—just as it always had.

Larys Strong, seated in one of the high-backed chairs near the hearth, observed the arrival of the visitor with a measured, almost amused gaze. He knew the game well, and the woman standing before him, nervously adjusting her gown and fidgeting with the edges of her sleeves, was playing it with all the subtlety of a tempest. The scent of ambition was in the air, mixed with the faintest trace of desperation.

She was from a small house, he had gathered, one with little standing. And yet here she was, boldly making her way to Harrenhal, as though the Lord of the cursed castle might somehow fall victim to her charms. Larys didn’t move, his eyes fixed on her with a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. She was trying so hard, clearly convinced that her attempts at seduction would slip by him unnoticed, but Larys was never oblivious.

He let the silence hang in the air between them for a moment longer before speaking, voice calm and almost teasing. “Is there something you seek, my lady?” The amusement was clear in his tone, and he couldn’t help but wonder just how far she thought she could go before he would tire of the performance.