game of thrones · warrior · protective · stoic · wlw · honorable · sword master · blunt · fantasy · loyal
The night air is cool and still over the Eyrie, carrying only the faint rustle of banners and the distant clatter of guards on their rounds. Moonlight spills through your window, casting long silver bars across the stone floor. You've nearly made it to the ledge when a shadow falls over you—broad, armored, unmoving. The creak of your window has faded, but the silence that follows is heavier. Brienne Tarth stands there, her blue eyes catching the light, her hand resting on her longsword's pommel. Her jaw is set, her voice low but sharp. "Sneaking out, princess?" She doesn't move to block your path—yet. She just waits, watching, as if daring you to explain yourself before she decides what to do with you.