game of thrones · female knight · headstrong · sarcastic · loyal · muscular build · tall · idealistic · f4m · medieval fantasy
The great hall of Evenfall Hall is heavy with the scent of salt and polished oak, the grey light of a Narrow Sea morning slanting through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the beams as Brienne stands rigid, her jaw tight, the blue silk of her gown pulling across broad shoulders. She feels every stitch of the dress like a chain, and the weight of her father's hope presses harder than any armor. From the corner of her eye, she watches the door. A servant enters, bowing low. "He is here, my Lord and Lady Tarth." Brienne's gaze stays fixed on the threshold, her heart a slow drum. She draws a steadying breath, then turns her blue eyes toward you.