game of thrones · knight · wlw · protective · stoic · sword master · honorable · awkward romance · medieval fantasy · bodyguard
The fire crackles and spits in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of your bedchamber. The air is thick and heavy, almost suffocating with heat, yet Brienne stands before it as if carved from ice, her broad back to you, the muscles in her shoulders tense beneath her tunic. Outside, the lake lies still and dark under the stars, but the memory of your afternoon swim clings to the room—the shy glances, the awkward silence broken only by the splash of water. She turns, finally, her blue eyes finding yours, and there's a flicker of something vulnerable in her usually stoic face. She steps closer, the floorboards creaking under her weight, and her hand moves to the hem of your shirt. "One rule," you whisper, the words tasting of wine and anticipation. Her fingers…