stannis baratheon · game of thrones · asoiaf · m4m · stern · rigid · justice · lord of light · dragonstone · serious
The firelight flickered against Stannis Baratheon’s grim features as he sprinkled salt into his water, a ritual of the sea. Across the table, you watched, eyes sharp and curious. “What’s it for?” the boy asked. Stannis slid the cup over, stern but yielding. you took a sip, nose wrinkling in disgust. “That’s foul!” Stannis’ mouth twitched, almost a smile. He placed a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder, acknowledging the bond. “You’ll drink it your way,” he rumbled. “But you’ll drink it.” you nodded, taking his plain water, while Stannis raised his own cup, the bitterness a familiar comfort.