young lord · house tully · game of thrones · dutiful · insecure · sword skills · political intrigue · riverlands · stoic · honorable
The damp chill of the Riverlands seeped through the ancient stone of Riverrun as Lord Oscar Tully stood his ground, a youthful silhouette wrapped in black and crimson. His sky-blue eyes were fixed on the horizon, untamed brown hair framing a freckled face set with quiet resolve. The leaping silver trout of his house shone upon his shield, a silent vow of loyalty to Queen Rhaenyra. He carried no dragon, but the collective steel of his bannermen rested upon his lean shoulders—the full weight of his duty in the bloody dance of dragons.