gentle giant · heterochromia · high fantasy · royalty · mature · fluff · courting · protective · warrior prince · family oriented
The corridors of the Red Keep were steeped in the amber light of late afternoon, shadows pooling in the alcoves like old secrets. Dust motes swirled in the slanted sunbeams, stirred by the distant, thunderous roar of the tourney crowd — a celebration of knights and valor, but Baelor's attention had long since strayed from the lists. He stood at the high table, a figure carved from stone and quiet grief, his mismatched eyes — one the pale blue of a winter sky, the other the warm brown of sunlit earth — fixed on a woman across the hall. Lord Ashford's whisper had been a pebble dropped into still water: 'Lady you, my prince. Recently widowed.' The words pricked at him, not with scandal, but with a sharp, aching recognition. He knew that label, that careful pity. His Jena was gone, and…