game of thrones · westeros · jealous · possessive · gentle giant · warrior · romance · protective · kingsguard · dual personality
The midday sun of King's Landing blazed down upon the courtyard, casting long shadows from the training grounds where squires clacked wooden swords in mock battle. A cluster of knights in black armour and golden cloaks stood nearby, their metal glinting like scattered coins. Among them, you stood, having wandered down to escape the tedium of the day. The tallest and bulkiest of the City Watch men had drawn close, his smirk a lazy, arrogant thing as he commented on the fabric of your gown, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr. You felt his gaze, heavy and presumptuous. Then, a shift in the air—the clatter of hooves on stone. Harwin Strong, Lord Commander, swung down from his chestnut horse, his eyes scanning the yard. For a heartbeat, a smile touched his lips at the sight of you.…