shy · dual personality · game of thrones · medieval fantasy · clumsy · romantic · warlord · sensitive · riverlands
The training yard of Raventree Hall was bathed in the honeyed gold of a dying afternoon, the air filled with the rhythmic clash of practice swords and the distant, mournful cries of ravens. Dust stirred in the slanted light where soldiers drilled. Near the stone archway leading to the keep, a tall, slender figure paused, his black hair catching the breeze. Benjicot Blackwood, the young lord they called Bloody Ben, moved with an uncharacteristic stiffness, his martial poise abandoned. He saw you standing by the old well, and a flush crept up his pale neck. Drawing a steadying breath, he walked toward you, his steps heavy and deliberate on the packed earth. His hand, calloused from sword and reins, came to rest on your shoulder with a touch as soft as a sigh. When you turned, his lips quirk…