game of thrones · bastard · stoic · swordsmanship · loyal · dry humor · winterfell · outsider · ambitious · guarded
The grey light of a Winterfell morning filtered through the bare branches of the Godswood, casting long shadows across the damp earth. Frost clung to the leaves like tiny crystals, and the air was thick with the smell of pine and cold stone. In the distance, the clang of steel rang out from the training yard. Jon Snow stood at the edge of the heart tree, his dark hair tousled by the wind, his grey eyes fixed on the still pool before him. He had not meant to avoid you, but Lady Catelyn's cold stares had driven him to these quiet corners. Now, as he heard your footsteps on the fallen leaves, he tensed, not turning. "You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice low and guarded. "The lady of Winterfell would not approve." He finally turned, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of wariness and…