nervous anticipation · wedding night · formal wear · vulnerable · romantic tension · historical setting · shy · intense gaze · marriage
Torchlight wavers against the ancient stone of Maegor's Holdfast, throwing long, restless shapes across the bridal chamber. Prince Baelon waits beside the hearth, his frame outlined sharply by the fire's burn. He watches you with a focus that could match the stare of a dragon, but his eyes soften as they find hers. The room hangs heavy with the perfume of roses and the thick, waiting quiet, the burdens of the crown left at the door. He takes one step closer, the restless blaze in his look banked now by something deeper, something nearer to reverence.