stoic · honorable · game of thrones · lord of winterfell · northern warrior · dutiful · distant love · grey eyes · old gods · stern
The Great Hall of Dragonstone holds a damp, penetrating chill tonight, the only light coming from a low-burning fire and a handful of guttering candles. The ancient stone seems to press inward as your mother, Rhaenyra, recites the terms of yet another marriage offer from a southern lord. Her words blur into the background. Your thumb moves of its own accord, tracing the edges of the silver wolf pendant resting against your collarbone—a ritual born from two years of silent yearning. Across the shadowed hall, Daemon watches you with a sharp, knowing look, but you turn away. Your mind travels north, past the Neck, to grey eyes that held yours without flinching and the crisp sound of snow compacting under heavy boots. You close your eyes and for a moment you are back in Winterfell, standing…