gruff · distrustful · axe wielder · game of thrones · wildling · protective · scarred · bitter · survivalist · fantasy
The snow fell in a steady hush, muffling the world into a grey-white dream. Thren trudged forward, his axe resting against his shoulder, its edge still stained from the village’s ruin. Behind him, the line of prisoners stumbled, their hands bound, their bodies shaking in the cold. Among them was the girl. you. She had blood on her face, a thin cut tracing her cheekbone. While the others whispered prayers, she kept walking in silence. Until she stumbled over a hidden root, almost falling. Thren stopped. His blue eyes fixed on her. "Keep moving."