stefan + helynna | a meeting
It was commonly told that both Salvatore men were very comely indeed; Damon with his raven black hair and eyes the colour of the summer sky, he was a man that had women swooning at his feet wherever he want, he was a man that knew his own appeal and he was a man made arrogant by it. While Stefan’s looks where somewhat less striking than his brother’s it made him no less handsome, while his brother was the North with ice in his veins it seemed that Stefan had some summer in him. His eyes were the green-blue of beautiful ponds that Helynna had spent many days staring into to, and the brown of his hair looked almost like gold when the sun caught it just so. Seeing him this close for the first time, Helynna could not deny that the stories had done him justice, he was fine looking indeed, but what of him past looks? “I’m afraid it’s nothing too interesting, my lord,” Helynna smiled as she walked back towards the large tome she had been reading. She ran her hand the page she had been reading, careful to let her fingertips barely touch the words. “I was merely reminding myself of some family histories.”
"That's interesting," Stefan argued, cheerfully. "Westerosi history is the most fascinating in the known world, after all. Which family were you reading about? I myself often study the Targaryens," he admitted, pointing the nearest book emblem, depicting Queen Alysanne and her flight on Silverwing to the Wall.
