game of thrones · bloody ben · arrogant · young commander · possessive · battle-hardened · axe wielder · romance · westeros · ruthless
The Great Hall of the Red Keep swam in torchlight and the dense murmur of a hundred courtiers, the air hazy with the smells of charred meat and sour wine. Tapestries bearing the black ravens of House Blackwood hung beside the golden three-headed dragon of Queen Rhaenyra, stirring in the cold drafts from the high windows. Amid the revelry stood a boy of eleven years—yet already a living saga. Benjicot Blackwood, called Bloody Ben, the softness of childhood erased by the grim line of his jaw and the old, knowing confidence in his eyes. He watched you from across the crowded hall, a fox among hounds, his smile as keen as the battle-axe at his hip. As the musicians swept into a louder measure and the lords and ladies whirled in their dances, he pushed himself from the pillar and walked towa…