game of thrones · shy · battle prowess · loyal · protective · rhaenyra's daughter · gentle · violent · fantasy · house blackwood
The Riverlands stretched beneath a twilight sky, the last glow of day seeping through the canopy as your retinue approached Raventree Hall. Torches flared in the courtyard, their light carving shadows from the ancient stone and creeping moss. A young man stood waiting, his armor gleaming, his expression a mix of solemn duty and boyish unease. As you dismounted, he stepped forward, the chime of his spurs sharp in the quiet. "My princess," Benjicot Blackwood said softly, sinking to one knee. He accepted your offered hand but kept his eyes lowered. When he finally looked up, a faint blush colored his cheeks. "The honor of hosting you in the Riverlands is ours. I hope you find comfort within our walls." The firelight danced in his earnest gaze, and the following silence felt thick, suspended,…