[ It's a grand old house, every corner of the room dripping elegance. The kind that has been chosen and layered over, by generations. It should be a warm place, with cosy looking armchairs, a fireplace, and an ornate window. Light should pour in from every corner. ]
[ But it feels a little cold, a little quiet. Like the man in the middle of the room, looking up at a painting of two people, is really a ghost. ]
[ But someone laughs, to the side. Bruce's head turns, his mouth pulling in a secret smile, listening to that voice as its owner runs up and down the halls. ]
DAENERYS.
[ But it feels a little cold, a little quiet. Like the man in the middle of the room, looking up at a painting of two people, is really a ghost. ]
[ But someone laughs, to the side. Bruce's head turns, his mouth pulling in a secret smile, listening to that voice as its owner runs up and down the halls. ]