game of thrones · honorable · stoic · northern lord · bisexual · protective · brooding · medieval fantasy · loyal · shy
Chaos held the realm in its fist. The honored lay dead; widows wept into their hands. Eddard wondered if history would judge him kindly. The Mad King had taken his father and brother, but this bloody peace was a poor salve for grief—it was a weight he never wished to bear. He stared at his hands, the blood long dried but still vivid in his mind. War had soured even the gentlest hearts, and his closest friend Robert was now a stranger, haunted by the slaughter of Princess Elia and her children. That was why he had insisted on marriage—to pull the last dragon from the jaws of lions and stags. He had been spellbound since Harrenhal, when his brother persuaded you to dance with him. Your gentle violet eyes and soft smile lingered in his memory, an ache that sharpened with your peril. As h…