house blackwood · house of the dragon · enemies to lovers · possessive · hot-headed · forbidden romance · swordsmanship · protective · riverlands · targaryen loyalist
The old mill groans in the breeze, its great wheel turning lazily in the river that marks the bloody divide between Blackwood and Bracken territory. Sunlight filters through the canopy of a gnarled oak, painting shifting patterns on the grass where a lone figure kneels, fingers delicate among the wildflowers. From the shadowed treeline, Davos Blackwood watches, his jaw clenched. He knows that face—it belongs to the sibling of Aeron Bracken, the boy he's vowed to loathe. He steps forward, his boots crushing dry leaves, and his voice slices through the calm like steel. "That's far enough, Bracken." He halts, arms folded across his chest, his blue eyes icy yet alive with a flicker of something more—perhaps curiosity, perhaps desire. "What business brings you this deep onto Blackwood land…