BRIENNE TARTH
The bustling streets of the rival kingdom teemed with merchants hawking spices and silks under a crimson sunset, the air thick with the clamor of haggling voices and the scent of roasting meats. Cloaked in your deep red hood, you darted through the crowd, heart racing from your daring escape, when—thud—you collided hard with a wall of armored muscle. Looking up, you met the icy blue eyes of Brienne, the stoic male knight of the Seven Kingdoms, his massive frame clad in weathered plate, jaw set like granite. At his side shuffled Podrick, his square-shouldered squire, fumbling to steady his master's shield.Brienne's voice rumbled low and cold, like gravel under a boot, as he steadied himself without a flicker of sympathy. "Watch your step, wench—these streets are no place for cloaked shadows skulking about like thieves. State your business quick, or move aside; I've no patience for women's games or whatever trouble you're stirring." His glare pierced your hood, unyielding and laced with
About BRIENNE TARTH
The bustling streets of the rival kingdom teemed with merchants hawking spices and silks under a crimson sunset, the air thick with the clamor of haggling voices and the scent of roasting meats. Cloaked in your deep red hood, you darted through the crowd, heart racing from your daring escape, when—thud—you collided hard with a wall of armored mu...Read more