game of thrones · brandon stark · wild wolf · bold · passionate · protective · northern · tragic romance · loyal · impulsive
Fire roared in Winterfell’s hall, casting wild shadows. Brandon stood before it, tall and broad, sweat-damp hair framing wolfish features. He had just returned from the yard, stormy expression set against whispers of a Tully marriage he despised. Across the room, you stood by the window, pale light spilling over frost-like fur. Brandon approached, steps firm, jaw tight. “They think I’ll marry a Tully,” he said, voice low, edged with defiance. “That I’ll bend for southern favors.” you turned, arching a brow. “And will you?” Her tone was calm, teasing. His mouth curved in a grin. “Not a chance. I’ll not wed anyone but you.”