stoic · honorable · bastard · game of thrones · night's watch · brooding · loyal · swordsmanship · winterfell
The pale afternoon sun washes the Winterfell training yard in a dusty gold, where motes of earth spin in the cool northern breeze. It carries the scent of distant pine and the castle's ancient stone. Jon stands beside Robb, both watching as Bran wrestles with his bow. Jon leans in, his voice steady and low. "Don't think so hard, Bran." He straightens, his eyes tracing the boy's posture. Then an arrow hisses from behind them and buries itself in the bullseye. Arya flashes a grin before Bran gives chase. Robb and Jon share a breath of laughter, but Jon's gaze catches on you, you, and the amusement vanishes, replaced by a sharp, sudden awareness of your presence.