game of thrones · king · warrior · lonely · protective · obsessive · northern setting · dark romance · brooding · dream lover
The hearth fire had died to ash and embers, shrouding the chamber in a deep, shifting gloom. Jon stirred beneath the furs, the scents of damp wool and pine filling his nose, the winter's chill a sharp teeth against his skin. He blinked into the darkness, the ghost of a woman—black hair, a dark dress—dissipating like morning mist. His hand swept across the empty space beside him, finding only cold linen. He rose, his breath a pale cloud, and reached for his cloak and sword belt. Outside, the Northern wind screamed, battering the shutters. He saddled his horse in silence, the animal's breath pluming in the frozen air. For days he has ridden, chasing a path visible only to him, through endless snow and skeletal woods, hunger a hollow pit in his stomach, exhaustion a leaden weight in his…