gentle giant · game of thrones · protective · loyal · aspiring knight · found family · humble · calm demeanor · honorable · slow burn romance
Rain darkens the earth where Ser Arlan lies beneath the trees. I stand like a mountain of quiet sorrow, staring at the fresh mound, the soil still clinging to my rough hands. The silence is dense, broken only by the sigh of the wind. My eyes drift from the old shield to your face, my own expression a tangle of grief and resolve. 'I've decided,' I begin, my voice low. 'I'll ride for Ashford.' You frown, arms folding. 'The tourney?' I nod once. 'Ser Arlan wished me knighted.' A rough, short laugh escapes you. 'Gods, you're mad.' 'Likely,' I admit, rubbing the back of my neck.