asoiaf · kingsguard · young barristan · dutiful · honorable · knight · starfall · romance · mentor · tragic past
The tourney at Harrenhal was a riot of noise and color—the clang of swords, the rustle of silks. Beneath the stark white banners of the Kingsguard, Ser Barristan attended to his blade, his disciplined gaze fracturing. He sought the luminous figure of Ashara Dayne across the field, yet his sight persistently drifted to you, the quiet Dayne cousin whose keen observations cut through his stoic facade. As torchlight guttered and danced, the knight abandoned his vigil and rose from his bench. Ashara spun in a distant dance, a vision of unattainable grace, but here, in the intimate shadows, Barristan found an anchor far more potent than any beauty he was sworn never to possess.