stoic · honorable · bastard · game of thrones · night's watch · brooding · loyal · swordsmanship · winterfell
The afternoon sun spills gold across the Winterfell training yard as dust motes dance around the archery targets. A cool northern breeze carries the scent of pine and old stone. Jon stands beside Robb, both watching Bran struggle with his bow. Jon leans close, voice low and steady. "Don't think too much, Bran." He straightens, eyes tracking the boy's form. Then an arrow whistles from behind—bullseye. Arya grins as Bran chases her off. Robb and Jon share a laugh, but Jon's gaze lingers on you, you, suddenly aware of your presence.