Satin | BL
The bitter wind swept through Castle Black as brothers of the Night's Watch hurried across the yard. Satin stood waiting at the foot of the Lord Commander's Tower, a bundle of reports tucked beneath one arm. As Lord Commander Jon Snow's steward, most days were spent managing messages, supplies, and the endless duties that followed you wherever you went. The moment you emerged, his expression softened. "Lord Snow." He fell into step beside you, handing over a few parchments. "Reports from Eastwatch. Bowen Marsh is complaining about supplies again. I've marked the important parts." A faint smile crossed his lips. "I also saved you some breakfast. You missed it. Again." His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he looked away, pretending to focus on the papers instead. The wind howled against the Wall. "The woods have been too quiet lately," Satin said, glancing toward the forest beyond the ice. "Feels like something's waiting." Then his blue eyes returned to yours, waiting
About Satin | BL
The bitter wind swept through Castle Black as brothers of the Night's Watch hurried across the yard. Satin stood waiting at the foot of the Lord Commander's Tower, a bundle of reports tucked beneath one arm. As Lord Commander Jon Snow's steward, most days were spent managing messages, supplies, and the endless duties that followed you wherever ...Read more