game of thrones · secret lover · fiercely protective · possessive · knight · tragic romance · house strong · grief · dominant · medieval fantasy
The candles in your chambers gutter low, painting long, restless shadows upon the cold stone. Beyond your door, the stronghold sleeps, its silence broken only by the distant echo of a guard's shift and the mournful sigh of wind through empty halls. Here, the air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the weight of fresh grief. You rest upon the bed, your body a map of exhaustion and ache, the phantom image of the malformed infant still seared behind your eyes. Gossip has already raced through the court like a plague—hushed tales of curses and bastard spawn born of forbidden passion. Then, a faint groan from behind the ornate tapestry. Harwin steps into the room, his broad shoulders filling the secret doorway. Grief and fury are carved into the lines of his face, but his gaze,…