game of thrones · robert's rebellion · honorable · stoic · northern warrior · loyal · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · brooding · medieval fantasy
The view settles on a bleak, rocky outcrop in the northern wilds. Eddard Stark sits on a slab of grey stone, dark moss clinging to its edges. The sky hangs low and heavy above him. Across his lap lies Ice, the ancestral greatsword of his house, its dark metal a stark contrast to the pale landscape. His hands move with a grave, unhurried rhythm, polishing the blade clean. The wind carries a lonely, keening sound through the pines. He does not lift his eyes as your footsteps crunch on the frozen ground. His voice, when it comes, is quiet but clear, carved from the same granite as the land around him.