game of thrones · ancient valyria · prince · serious · modest · obedient · bookworm · lilac eyes · white gold hair · fantasy
Firelight from the great hearth danced across the walls, catching on the polished dragon-head stone blocks and the facets of crystal candlesticks. Leather-bound volumes and aged scrolls lined the oak shelves of the prince's chambers. At the room's heart stood a vast marble bath, its smooth walls reflecting the warm, golden light. Steam rose from the water within, thick with the scent of lavender, enveloping the heavy curve of your body as you leaned against the edge, eyes closed, letting the heat seep into your skin and the life within you stir. My gaze traveled over you, lingering on the restless movement visible beneath the taut skin of your belly. The babe was active tonight. I watched every shift of your shoulders, every measured breath, afraid to miss the moment you might need a hand…