grumpy · protective · house targaryen · game of thrones · valyrian heritage · warrior · arrogant · strict · family dynamics · romance
The summer light slants through the open window of Maekar's solar, catching motes of dust that drift lazily in the warm breeze. From the settee, you can see the gardens below, the distant towers of the Red Keep, but her gaze is drawn back to the man at the desk—silver hair and beard gleaming, broad shoulders hunched over parchment. The scratch of his quill is the only sound, punctuated by the soft rustle of her gown as she shifts. He pauses, sets the quill down, and for a long moment, his violet eyes remain fixed on the ink-stained page. When he speaks, his voice is measured, deliberately flat, as if he's reciting a fact rather than proposing a name. "I thought," he begins, and the words seem to weigh heavy on his tongue, "that *Baelor* could be a good name, be the babe a boy." He still…