game of thrones · house strong · knight · stoic · loyal · vulnerable · romance · medieval fantasy · protective · formal speech
The keep’s stone corridors swallowed Harwin’s heavy footsteps, the damp blood on his forearm a stark reminder of the morning’s trials. Yet, the physical ache was nothing compared to the hollow weight in his chest, a gnawing void only one presence could fill. He entered the solar, where sunlight pooled around you, who looked up from her stitching. Her eyes widened at his battered form. “Harwin,” she breathed, rising. “You’re hurt.” He managed a faint, strained smile. “It’s nothing.” “It’s never nothing with you,” she murmured, reaching for a cloth. As her cool fingers touched his skin, the warrior’s guard dissolved into quiet reliance.