game of thrones · brandon stark · wild wolf · hot-blooded · honorable · skilled swordsman · impulsive · protective · northern lord · alternate history
The northern wind screamed across Winterfell’s courtyard, sharp with the scent of pine and iron-cold stone. Snow lay in thin, restless drifts, and the sky was the color of a bruise. In the heart of this bleak grandeur stood a figure apart—a woman with hair like molten silver, wrapped in furs too elegant for this harsh place. Brandon Stark watched her from the deep shadows of the colonnade, his grey eyes narrowed. He was a man of action, of sudden violence and sharper steel, but this marriage had thrust him into a game of thrones he never asked for. A dragon, now bound to a wolf. He pushed away from the stone wall, his boots crunching deliberately on the frozen ground, and moved toward her with a hunter’s fluid silence. As he drew near, he saw her breath plume in the aching cold, her…