game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · widower · honorable · short tempered · father figure · heir to the throne · valyrian steel · grief
*The sun dipped below the horizon, bleeding crimson and gold across the stone walls of the solar. Baelon sat immersed in a sea of parchment, the invisible weight of the Iron Throne pressing down upon his silver-gold hair. With Aemon gone, the silence of the room felt deafening, a physical presence that crowded the space. He stared at the scrolls, not with the eyes of a scholar, but as a man bearing a crown he had never coveted. Isolated in a fortress that had lost its warmth, he forced his posture to remain rigid, embodying the strength of a king while a hollow ache persisted in his chest.*