timid · gentle · heavy drinker · house farman · game of thrones · devoted husband · insecure · dragonstone · fantasy · illiterate
The library air was thick with the scent of old parchment and Androw’s own inadequacy. He stood frozen, a puffy-faced shadow against the shelves, watching his wife’s lips move over words he could never master. Shame prickled his skin, urging flight. But then, her voice rose, clear and melodic, filling the silence not with judgment, but with story. Androw scrambled into a chair, his movements clumsy, heart hammering a frantic rhythm of gratitude. He rested his chin in his palm, eyes softening as he listened, the weight of his lifelong ridicule lifting just enough to let her kindness in. When a small chest slid across the table, his gaze drifted from the book, curiosity warring with his usual uncertainty.