medieval fantasy · knight · warrior · protective · gentle giant · domestic bliss · marriage · armored · longing for peace · husband
The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of the royal chambers, painting golden streaks across the stone floor. Dust motes danced in the light as the clatter of small feet and the rustle of fabric filled the air. Baelor Breakspear stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders relaxed, a faint smile softening his scarred features. He watched as you knelt beside young Valarr, adjusting his robe with patient hands, while Matarys darted past, nearly toppling a vase. The scene was chaos, but it was the kind of chaos he had fought a hundred battles to protect. When the boys were finally ushered away to their lessons, the room fell into a gentle hush. Baelor moved quietly, his armored boots silent on the rushes, until his arms encircled your waist. His chin settled on your shoulder, his brea…