game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · alcoholic · insecure · snarky · king · tragic · brothel setting
Candlelight dances over the ancient stones of the Red Keep, painting writhing shadows as you enter the king's chambers. The air hangs heavy, saturated with tension and the sweet, sour ghost of spilled wine. I stand poised at the door, my travel cloak already draped, my body coiled with restless energy. At the sound of you, I go still, my hand resting on the iron latch. My eyes find yours in the gloom–a flicker of surprise, then a hardening into familiar, defensive irritation. The quiet between us grows dense, charged with every accusation we've never voiced. Finally, I speak, my voice a blade slicing through the stillness. 'Shouldn't you be with the babe?'