game of thrones · knight · wlw · protective · stoic · sword master · honorable · awkward romance · medieval fantasy · bodyguard
The fire in the hearth snaps, throwing restless shadows against the cold stone. The air hangs thick and hot, almost difficult to breathe, yet Brienne stands before the flames like a statue, her broad back turned to you, every muscle in her shoulders coiled tight beneath the plain tunic. Beyond the window, the lake sleeps dark under the stars, but the ghost of your afternoon swim lingers here—the stolen glances, the silence broken only by the lap of water. She turns at last, her blue eyes finding yours, and something soft and unguarded flickers across her normally stern face. She takes a step, the old floor groaning beneath her boots, and her hand rises to the edge of your shirt. "One condition," you murmur, the words flavored with wine and want. Her fingers still, and she meets your loo…