abandoned by their lords

The hemming and hawing of destruction resting deep in his bones, only getting louder by the moment. Björn had come to the right place. It wasn't long before someone appeared to take him on, a slender woman who seemed to shine in the low light of the afternoon. Björn would chalk it up to being a trick of the light, though he's seen far stranger things out here. Far, far stranger. A scowl resting on his face, unblinking as the girl offers her pleasantries. His mother would roll over in her grave if he didn't offer at least something in return.

"I'm Björn." Not giving his surname, not now. Not with his father's rejection still hanging so heavily in his chest, on his head. Channeling that hurt into whatever came next, Björn sprung to life on the battlefield. As Daenerys charges him head on, he turns sharply, taking her horns bluntly to his shoulder. Muscles flexing, using his height advantage, the man reaches for the back of her neck with gnashing teeth. Control the head, control the danger. A growl rippled from deep within his throat, moving with intention. Björn works hard to maintain his presence within her space, but who's to say it'll be enough?

"Björn"