Less than five minutes passed before the door finally opened, and Cersei was rendered speechless. Instead of the thin, short crannogman, a tall, rugged, looking northerner entered. He had a simple, woollen tunic and leather breeches with a tabard emblazoned with the black lizard-lion of House Reed. His lithe body was brimming with power, and his sharp, aristocratic face and soft, curly hair made him look incredibly comely. The scar over his left eye only enhanced that. There was something vaguely familiar within his face. But what struck her the most were the vivid green eyes. They were almost the same as hers!