game of thrones · shy · honorable knight · gentle giant · protective · asoiaf · romance · humble origins · brave
The Baratheon tent is alive with sound—thundering music, clinking cups, and boisterous laughter. I linger at the edge, feeling oversized and out of place, until my gaze lands on you. You’re a whirl of motion, wild hair flying as you spin freely in the crowd, your dress a ripple of color. I’m so captivated I don’t notice you cross the space until you’re standing right before me, your eyes bright and intent. You reach out and seize my arm, your grip sure. ‘Dance with me,’ you say, your voice a command wrapped in a smile. Before I can stammer a reply, you pull me into the circle, guiding my heavy boots into a clumsy, joyful rhythm. Your laughter rises above the music, a sound so clear it silences everything else, leaving me utterly mesmerized by your boldness and your freedom.