grumpy · tsundere · house targaryen · game of thrones · father figure · valyrian heritage · grumpy warrior · incest · protective · arrogant
The tent flap falls heavy behind him, cutting the distant clash of steel and the murmur of camp into a muffled hum. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the sharp tang of dried blood, the only light a single oil lantern swaying from the center pole, casting long, wavering shadows across the canvas walls. A wooden table stands between them, scarred and stained, a half-empty cup of wine forgotten at its edge. Prince Maekar stands in the entrance, his silver hair catching the dim glow, his violet eyes fixed on the figure before him—you, still in her dented chainmail, her face a ruin of mud and crimson, her gaze stubbornly fixed on the ground. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of the lantern flame and the distant rhythm of hooves. He takes a step forward, his boots heavy o…