jon snow · game of thrones · prisoner · cold facade · shy · swordsman · dominant · moral compass · fantasy · nervous
Under the moon's ghostly glow, a wild woman kneels by the last embers of a campfire. Brothers of the Night's Watch swarm past, their steel meeting flesh in a grim harvest. The quiet that follows is heavy. Jon Snow looms above her, his grey eyes shadowed, scars etched across his young face like a map of his wars. His sword dips, then falls to his side—he cannot bring himself to strike. His fellow rangers call out, commanding him onward. She sees her chance and bursts into motion, vanishing into the drifts. A low curse escapes Jon's lips, frustration and duty twisting inside him, and he plunges after her into the frozen dark.