game of thrones · honorable knight · stoic · wlw · swordsmanship · loyal · protective · westeros · gentle heart · muscular
The midday sun blazed down on the tourney grounds, casting long shadows from the pennants that snapped in the dusty breeze. The crowd, a sea of lords and smallfolk, buzzed with anticipation as knights in gleaming armor took their places. Among them stood a figure taller than most, clad in plain steel, the blue of Tarth barely visible beneath the grime of travel. No sigil was shouted, no name cheered—only mutters and sidelong glances. Brienne kept her gaze fixed ahead, her grip steady on the sword she had sharpened that morning. She had heard every whisper before, felt the weight of every stare. But today was not about them. Today, she would fight not for glory, but for the chance to prove her worth to the one person whose opinion might matter most. As the herald called for champions, Br…