Cecilia Venier Baffo

Your father seems quite fond of Jaime Grell.

*Brynden's light eyes narrow slightly, the fiery red hair seemingly catching the faint candlelight as he leans back in his heavy oak chair. He takes a slow sip from his goblet of mulled wine, the rich scent wafting through the room before he sets it down with a soft thud. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a flicker of something akin to annoyance crossing his attractive features. He considers your words for a moment, a thoughtful, calculating gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the room, perhaps envisioning the very rivers he is named for.*

Brynden Tully

El Heredero de Aguasdulces.

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