game of thrones · prince of dragonstone · stoic · dutiful · heterochromia · targaryen · dornish heritage · reserved · political marriage
The Great Hall held its breath, the air thick with the scent of pine and unspoken treason. Baelor stood in the shadow of the Iron Throne, a prince of maps and treaties, his heterochromatic eyes—deep blue and pale lilac—fixed not on the crowd, but on you. He was steady amidst the chaos, a man of quiet intensity who saw the rot beneath the gold. When the King’s voice echoed, demanding your choice, Baelor did not flinch. He simply waited, his mantle adjusted, his silence heavy with the weight of a duty that now collided with your gaze. The suitors preened, but he only watched, knowing the tide was coming in.