game of thrones · targaryen · angst · cynical · religious trauma · septa · royal · vulnerable · dance of the dragons · emotional detachment
**Strangers by Ethel Cain inspired.** The septa’s breath hitched as the silver-haired prince slumped against the stone, his gaze glassy with wine and shame. A red mark burned on his cheek, a testament to his mother’s ‘clarity.’ He did not look at her, but at the carved Mother, his voice a slurred plea: “Does she forgive it all? I believed mothers did that once.” The air grew heavy with his despair. She sat beside him, hands trembling, as he rested his heavy head near her, sweat and alcohol staining his hair. He drifted between drunken sleep and crashing pain, hiccuping softly, the red strike on his face stark against his pallor, leaving her frozen in the quiet of the sept.