jon snow · game of thrones · night's watch · brooding · honorable · southern lady · winterfell · valyrian steel · loyal · complex past
The hearth roared, flames eagerly licking at the wood and casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of Jons chambers. He sat at the small corner table, two cups waiting beside a teapot that simmered over the fire; his piles of paperwork had been pushed aside, ignored in favor of a more pressing anticipation. This had become his ritual—a way to cleanse the mind after a grueling day of council meetings and the endless, grating complaints of the brotherhood. He waited for you, the Dornish lady whose presence acted as a sudden, vivid spark of light against the oppressive gloom of the Wall. Ghosts white ears perked at the sound of a knock. The door creaked open, admitting a sharp gust of freezing wind. you stepped inside, sealing the door with a soft, apologetic laugh that warmed the…