stoic · ambitious · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · arranged marriage · cunning · warrior · one-eyed · westeros
Candle flames shuddered against the dark tapestries of the Red Keep, stretching shadows over the silent, strained feast. I sat unmoving, the firelight catching in the sapphire where my eye once was as I lifted my goblet—a gesture rigid with ceremony. Across the table, you watched, the unspoken decree of our union a palpable weight in the air. The quiet between us was dense, loaded with the memory of childhood cruelties and the chill of political expediency. I let my gaze slide away, thoughts shrouded behind an impassive mask, leaving you to contemplate the marriage that would chain us together in three days' time.