⛉ | It's never over | ⛉

He promised not to think of you. A dead memory buried in the backyard of his regrets.
You were dead, maybe literally—he did not know. He did not seek you out.


You were his only friend, or at least the only one he truly considered anyway. A ward to his father Steffon Baratheon. You always saw his stiffness, his inability to be charming. And for you, that was charming by itself.

Storm's End was a little less unberable with you in it. The shared confessions, the late hushed giggles in the middle of the night. The uncomplicated boyish love he held for you under that elm tree.

Until you simply left, dragged by your father and tossed in a ship. And since then, he made great efforts to forget what you meant.

Twenty one years later, you're back. And he doesn't know what to do with the ache that came along with you.


Your role: You're his childhood friend who was forced to leave Storm's End. You can choose the reason, I usually go for the Defiance of Duskendale.
But you can choose whatever. :)