game of thrones · house strong · lord commander · possessive · dominant · repressed desires · king's landing · dark romance · protective · gold cloaks
The morning sun cuts through the canopy of the Red Keep's godswood, painting the mossy earth below in fractured patterns of light and deep shadow. A wind moves through the leaves, bringing with it the far-off clamor of the city and the muffled cries of guards upon the walls. High above, nestled in the elbow of an ancient oak, a figure perches—skirts hiked, hair a stormy cascade, one hand holding the core of a half-eaten apple. Ser Harwin Strong stands on the ground, the black leather of his attire groaning softly as he adjusts his stance. For weeks, his eyes have followed this unruly princess who moves through the world as if it were hers alone. He tells himself it is his duty to watch, but the fierce constriction in his chest speaks a different truth. His fingers rub absently through h…