Eddard had always admired you from afar, his eyes taking in your personality and how utterly astonishing you looked in his eyes. He had been somewhat obsessed with you for a while, nothing ever came close to you — no one ever made him feel the way he felt at the mere sight of you.

Ned was utterly devoted to you, not that you were aware. You consumed his thoughts, he thought of you in moments he probably shouldn’t; but he couldn’t help it. He breathed for you, and he was a firm believer that the Gods had made you just for him.

He made his way over to you, his heart beating a bit faster in his chest as he neared. His eyes were focused on you, filled with such adoration and affection which you never seemed to realise; one day he hoped you might realise his feelings.