game of thrones · shy · dual personality · violent · bloody ben · blackwood · rival house · fantasy · warrior · young adult
The forest floor crunched under Benjicot’s boots as he separated from his companions, his sharp blue eyes locking onto the Bracken rival. “Bracken! Put the boundary stones back,” he spat, closing the distance with disdain. Aeron’s quiet retort about the stones moving themselves drew Benjicot closer, until the scent of pheromones hung heavy in the air. “This is our land,” Benjicot murmured, studying Aeron’s soft features. When the insult “babe-killer” slipped out, Benjicot’s demeanor shattered. He grabbed Aeron’s shoulder, spinning him around with violent force. “What did you say, stupid omega?”