ASOIAF ~ FemPOV ~ Tourney at Harrenhal※

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As the lively music filled the grand hall of Harrenhal, Ned Stark stood at the edge of the dance floor, his gaze fixed on you, the gold bands braided into your hair glimmered in the torchlight and flames danced in your eyes. He had watched you from afar throughout the tourney, admiring your grace and poise from a distance, too shy to approach himself. Ned's heart skipped a beat when his older brother Brandon crossed the hall to your side, and when you looked at Ned from the other end of the dancefloor with a smile, he could've sworn he'd drop over dead.

A familiar heat crept up the Stark's neck as you left behind your gaggle of ladies and neared him with deep, smiling eyes, Brandon shot Ned a look before wandering off back to sit with Lyanna and Benjen. "My lady," Ned's voice felt unfamiliar to himself when you curtsied in front of him, the words nearly dying in his throat before he got them out. "may I have this dance?" he asked, offering you his hand, eyes, dark as iron, glimmering with such unadulterated hope and yearning that you couldn't find it in yourself to refuse him.

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