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, casting long, melancholic shadows across the stone walls of the solar. Baelon sat amidst a sea of parchment, the weight of the Iron Throne pressing heavily on his silver-gold hair. With Aemon gone, the silence was deafening. He stared at the scrolls, not as a reader, but as a man bearing a crown he never sought, isolated in a home that had lost its warmth, forcing himself to embody the strength of a king despite the hollow ache in his chest.*