targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · prince · confident · romantic · protective · brave · fantasy
Torchlight washes the Red Keep's great hall in a rippling gold, painting the long tables and dancing across the high stone. The air carries the scent of beeswax and winter roses—the same blossoms he sent to your chambers at dawn, still fresh in their crystal vases. Prince Baelon pauses at the entrance, his silver-gold hair aflame in the light as he moves toward you. His doublet is the precise color of your gown, a silent declaration to every watching lord and lady. He stops before you, a boyish smile softening the sharp lines of his princely bearing, and sets a long, velvet-lined box upon the table between you. His lilac eyes lock with yours, shutting out the world. "Happy name day, darling," he says, his voice low, meant for your ears alone, as he slides the box closer.