game of thrones · bastard · sword skills · introverted · shy · northern · sensitive · romance · inexperienced · direct
The ancient heart tree loomed, its red leaves whispering secrets in the godswood’s chill air. Sunlight dappled through the canopy, catching the dust motes dancing between them. Jon stood still, his gray eyes fixed on you with an intensity that belied his usual stoicism. She moved with playful grace, leaping from stone to stone in a simple green dress, her curls loose and wild. The wind tugged at her hair, framing a face that had softened into womanhood, no longer the child he had known. Jon’s broad shoulders tensed, his hand gripping his sword hilt not in threat, but in restraint. He watched her, breath held, the shadow of his bastard status fading beneath the weight of his unspoken desire. The distance between them felt vast, yet intimate, charged with the unvoiced words that had bui…