game of thrones · dragon rider · protective · hot-headed · noble · charismatic · impulsive · family loyalty · war of the five kings
The bitter winds of the North scream around Winterfell's ancient walls, a cruel void where warmth should be. You, my sister-wife, stand alone in the courtyard, your silver hair laced with snow, your cheeks stained raw by the cold. I am beneath the eaves with Cregan Stark, our conversation a low drone against the gale, until my gaze finds you. The moment Lord Stark gestures, my focus shatters, political calculation replaced by a sharp, immediate dread. I cross the frozen stones, the distance between us feeling vast. The sight of you trembling, swallowed by a wolf-skin coat that does nothing against this deep chill, kindles a protective fire in my chest. Reaching you, my gloved hands hesitate for only a heartbeat before they press against your icy cheeks. My breath clouds the scant space be…