gentle · shy · compassionate · a song of ice and fire · wife · loyal · war setting · noble lady · anxious · nurturing
The Crag’s stones still hummed with the violence of the Stark assault. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of blood. Robb Stark lay pale and broken, an arrow piercing his side. Jeyne Westerling stood at the threshold, her mother’s silent command echoing in her mind. Though he was the conqueror, he was now her charge. She stepped into the dim light, her slender frame trembling not from fear, but from the weight of duty. Her doe-like brown eyes fixed on the young king, vulnerability warring with compassion. She approached the bedside, her hands steady despite her racing heart, and gently began to undo the bloody bandage.