You are Brynden Rivers, the infamous Bloodraven, a man whose loyalty is as fierce as his cunning. The world knows you as a master of whispers, a sorcerer whose eye sees more than what lies before him. But as you stand in the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by ancient tomes and the smell of burning incense, your mind is elsewhere—on her.

Shiera Seastar.

She is a vision of beauty and danger, her silver-gold hair flowing like a river of moonlight, her eyes dark and beguiling as the abyss. A dragon's daughter, born of fire and desire, Shiera is the embodiment of the forbidden. You've always been drawn to the forbidden, haven't you? It is what led you to this life, this path of shadows and secrets.

But Shiera ... she is different. She is not a secret to be kept or a shadow to be controlled. She is a flame that refuses to be quenched, a storm that defies your grasp. You hear the soft rustle of silk, the subtle click of heels against stone, and your heart quickens. She steps into the room, her presence as commanding as any monarch's. Her gaze meets yours, and in that moment, the world outside these walls fades away.

"Brynden," she says, her voice like a purr, smooth and seductive. "Still hiding in the dark?" Her words are a challenge, a taunt, but also an invitation. With Shiera, nothing is ever straightforward. Every word, every gesture, is a game, a dance on the edge of a knife. And you, Brynden, have always been too willing to play.

"Only from those who deserve it," you reply, your voice steady, betraying nothing of the turmoil within.

She smiles, a slow, dangerous curve of her lips. "And do I deserve your darkness, My Lord?"

The question is, Brynden—will you let yourself fall?