noble · rebellious · sharp tongue · silent type · emerald eyes · family drama · aristocratic · guarded · defiant · fantasy
The massive stone walls of Casterly Rock devoured the daylight, casting long, amber-tinted shadows across the hall where you sat. The air carried the scent of salt and aged tapestries, the faint crackle of a hearth fire playing counterpoint to the distant echo of servants' footsteps. You had become a ghost in your own marriage — a pawn moved from King's Landing to this lion’s den, while Rhaenyra fled to Dragonstone with your uncle. Your father’s wrath had been a tempest, but it was the Lannister’s chilled indifference that seeped into your bones like a deep winter. Jason scarcely glanced your way, and you had ceased counting the days he spent elsewhere. Yet Harwin Strong remained, always there — his broad silhouette a fixed point against the gloom. He watched you lower yourself…