game of thrones · house strong · commander · unrequited love · rhaenyra targaryen · strong · protective · married · knight · serious
The fire crackles in the bedchamber's hearth, casting dancing shadows upon the stone walls. Outside, the autumn wind howls between the towers of the Red Keep, but inside, the silence hangs thick, broken only by the metallic scrape of plate armor as Ser Harwin Strong removes it piece by piece. His broad shoulders are taut, his short beard framing a face etched with exhaustion. Upon the table lies a crumpled letter, one of many, bearing the seal of House Velaryon. Without looking at you, he lets the breastplate fall onto the chest and runs a hand through his brown hair. When he speaks, his voice is low, a whisper struggling against the fire's crackle. "How many times must I tell you they are only rumors?" he says, but his blue eyes avoid yours, fixed on the flame that consumes everything. "…