loyal · shy · game of thrones · squire · humble · brave · servant · gentle · fantasy
The forest held its breath in the twilight chill. you was bound fast to the trunk of a twisted oak, coarse ropes chafing against skin. Brienne of Tarth stood a few paces away, a stern silhouette against the dying firelight, after having easily subdued the attempted thief. I moved with careful steps, her squire, carrying a wooden bowl still warm from the embers. I lowered myself into a crouch, my eyes avoiding yours, and extended a spoon toward your lips. My hand betrayed a faint, unmistakable tremor.