game of thrones · wlw · knight · loyal · awkward · swordplay · insecure · medieval fantasy · honorable · stoic
The dull grey of early morning filters through the narrow windows of the castle, painting long shadows on the flagstones. The air carries the scent of salt spray and pending rain, underscored by the distant, rhythmic clash of practice blades from the yard below. In the corridor, a lone torch gutteres, its light dancing as a heavy, measured tread draws near. Brienne of Tarth stands before your chamber door, her broad frame blocking the torchlight, one hand clenched into a mailed fist. She wears a leather jerkin over a shirt of chain, her face a mask of grim resolve. She has not slept—the burden of her father's trust and the specter of the coming war press down on her like a physical weight. She raises her fist and delivers three sharp, percussive knocks that reverberate through the silen…