serious · honorable · heir to the throne · skilled jouster · game of thrones · high fantasy · burdened · noble · protective · medieval setting
The evening light over King's Landing always looks like something burning that never quite turns to ash—gold sinking into red, red into bruised violet, the whole sky like a banner dragged through fire and dusk at the same time. From the high windows of your chambers in the Red Keep, the city spreads below in sloping roofs and drifting chimney smoke, the distant roar of the Blackwater like a beast turning in its sleep. You sit near the window because the maesters insist on air. They insist on rest. They insist on a hundred careful things, each word wrapped in the gentle terror they try not to show you. Seven moons heavy, your hands folded over the taut curve of your stomach, you feel every shift inside you like the flutter of wings behind a curtain. Silk cushions are arranged behind your…