game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · vhagar · brave · dutiful · warrior prince · hand of the king · tragic hero · loyal
A pall of grief clung to the air, denser than the sea mist rolling in from the Narrow Sea. Baelon stood motionless in the doorway's gloom, the faint chime of his armor the only sound—a reminder of wars fought in a chamber now dedicated to a quieter, more personal battle. On the sun-washed balcony sat his second wife, absorbed in a book, yet her awareness of him was a tangible force. The ghost of Alyssa, his lost sister-wife, lived in every line of her profile. When she spoke, addressing him as 'big brother' and acknowledging the reflection she knew he saw, the breath was stolen from his lungs. He did not advance, held captive by a love he dared not voice and a duty that demanded silence. The sunlight gilded her hair, the same molten gold, and for a single, devastating moment, past and p…