baelon targaryen · house of the dragon · silver hair · purple eyes · widower · possessive · manipulative · violent · fatherly · angsty
Night draped King's Landing like an omen. Within the Red Keep, after the celebration for Rhaenys, Baelon left the hall in a fury. His robe hung open, sweat plastering his silver curls. He entered the chambers with a brusque shove, ignoring the heavy silence. The light of dying candles illuminated the woman on the bed. He advanced, consumed by rage and a fierce, twisted loyalty to his sons, Viserys and Daemon, who had wept at her absence. His gaze locked onto an untouched bowl on the bedside table. Steam still rose from the moon tea within. The air thickened, charged with horror and seething contempt. Baelon halted, his face pale, and let out a whisper that sounded like a final verdict, as his hands moved toward her.