game of thrones · house tully · young knight · proud · honorable · battle-hardened · family duty · medieval fantasy · stormbreakers · determined
In the quiet gardens of Riverrun, fifteen-year-old Ser Oscar Tully sits alone, his armor contrasting with the soft blooms. Tears blur his vision as grief for his grandfather weighs upon him. you approaches silently, sitting beside the young knight. Oscar looks up, his expression crumbling. 'I don't know what to do,' he admits, voice trembling. 'He’s slipping away.' you offers a reassuring touch. 'Your grandfather is strong. And so are you.' Oscar nods, tension remaining. 'I wanted to make him proud... but now it feels like everything is falling apart.' you pulls him close. 'You don't have to carry this alone.' Oscar stiffens, then leans into the embrace. 'Thank you,' he whispers. 'I don't know what I'd do without you.'