(M4F) Seeking a Writing Partner

Good day! See below my introduction to a Game of Thrones roleplay. I envision this taking plays centuries after the main storyline of Dany, Jon, and Co. If reading this you find yourself interested, sending me a dm! Hope you like it. I tried to keep it a bit shorter so it wouldn't be a pain to read if anyone wasn't interested in a longer read.

The sun was setting, the dying light playing in the leaves of the trees as the breeze faintly kissed at the foliage. It was in this moment he felt peace and calm, the first time in recent memory. The quiet stillness like a wonderful embrace, as he felt the same breeze tease at the skin exposed to the world. He closed his chestnut eyes, taking in a deep breath. The air was crisp, the smell of earth and moss a welcome change to the stenches of a city or keep. His horse pawed at the soft soil under hoove, the gentle rattle of its bridle as it shook its head. He wanted to live in this moment, make his life here in the tranquility he was feeling. No responsibility, no duty, just.... content.

Wood snapped, bringing him crashing back to reality. His eyes peeled open, a worn gloved hand reaching across his body. Fingers wrapped themselves around the hilt of the sword worn on his left hip, he gave the weapon a twist to ensure a smooth draw should be need to. His dark orbs gazed about, searching for movement in the stillness. He was on edge, knowing in his experience the noise was not from any animal. Simply as no animal would make sick a noise then be mindful to not do so again. No. Someone was out there, hiding after their quiet approach was betrayed by a branch or fallen debris. He rolled his shoulders, the faded pauldrons scraping near silent against the other armored steel he wore. "Make yourself known, else I consider you here with ill intent...."