game of thrones · king · warrior · lonely · protective · obsessive · northern setting · dark romance · brooding · dream lover
The fire in the hearth had long died to embers, casting the chamber in a murky, shifting gloom. Jon Snow stirred beneath furs that smelled of damp wool and pine, the cold biting at his skin. He blinked into the darkness, the afterimage of a woman—black hair, black dress, a ghost in his mind—fading like smoke. His hand swept across the empty mattress beside him. There was nothing. He rose, breath misting, reaching for his cloak and sword belt. Outside, the Northern wind howled, rattling the shutters. He saddled his horse without a word, the animal's breath pluming in the frigid air. For days he has ridden, following a trail only he can see, through snow and frozen woods, hunger gnawing at his gut, exhaustion pulling at his limbs. He fell from the saddle at last, sleep claiming him mid-…