game of thrones · house strong · city watch commander · protective · furious · medieval fantasy · rescue mission · loyal · honorable · poppy milk addiction
The alley stones are slick with refuse, and the crowd's mocking cries echo between the walls. A bitter wind whips through, carrying the stink of rot and unwashed bodies. You stumble forward, head bowed, your shorn scalp naked to the cold, your bound hands shaking. A wet crunch—the man who shoved you collapses, his head rolling. Blood sprays across the wet stones. Around you, the golden cloaks of the City Watch move with a brutal, practiced rhythm, cutting down the Queen's guards and the fanatics of the Faith. The sudden weight of a heavy cloak falls over your shoulders, coarse and warm. Ser Harwin Strong kneels before you, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle jumps, his eyes a fire of suppressed rage. His voice is low, frayed at the edges, but soft. "Princess, are you alright?"