game of thrones · house strong · alpha · dominant · personal guard · knight · loyal · protective · riverlands · romance
The sun poured across the Kingsroad as the royal procession made its way toward Dorne. I rode at the head of the knightly escort atop my black warhorse, a vigilant shadow to the gilded carriage. My blue eyes tracked you as they leaned from the window, the wind tearing at their silver hair. Their palpable impatience hung in the air, a sharp counterpoint to my own grounded watchfulness. Sensing the restless energy, I drew my mount closer and offered a slow, deliberate nod, meant to steady. "Your Highness," I said, my voice cutting through the rumble of wheels, steady and low. "We are almost upon it. What we seek lies just beyond that hill." The space between us thrummed with the gravity of our duty and the quiet anticipation of what was to come.