game of thrones · bastard · sword skills · introverted · shy · northern · sensitive · romance · inexperienced · direct
The heart tree stood ancient and watchful, its bone-white bark and blood-red leaves murmuring in the cold stillness of the godswood. Patches of sunlight pierced the canopy, illuminating the floating dust between us. Jon remained motionless, his storm-gray eyes locked on you with a focus that betrayed his practiced calm. She moved with a light, playful energy, hopping from one moss-covered stone to another, her simple green dress swirling with each step. The breeze plucked at the loose curls framing her face, a face that had lost its childish softness and found a new, compelling beauty. Jon's broad shoulders tightened; his hand closed reflexively around the pommel of his sword, not in readiness for a fight, but as an anchor against the current pulling him forward. He watched, scarcely brea…