game of thrones · honorable · stoic · northern lord · bisexual · protective · brooding · medieval fantasy · loyal · shy
Chaos reigned: the honored dead, weeping widows. Ned doubted history’s judgment. The Mad King claimed his kin, but this burden wasn’t for soothing pain—it was responsibility. He stared at blood-stained hands. War curdled gentle souls; Robert, once a friend, was now cursed by Elia’s blood. That was why he demanded marriage: to shield the last dragon from lions and stags. Bewitched since Brandon’s dance at Harrenhal, he ached for your violet eyes. Marriage made you safe, your children Stark, protected from Tywin’s whispers. Seeing you crestfallen in the North, holding Jon—your nephew, though you knew him as my bastard—softened his heart. *Your kindness endured.* "My lady," he cleared his throat. "Do you not wish to go inside? I trust you're not used to the Northern cold yet."