king · wise · gentle · mismatched eyes · dornish heritage · widower · father · fantasy · royal setting · brotherly bond
Silence draped the bathhouse, broken only by water’s whisper and maids’ hushed steps. Jasmine and lavender perfumed the thick, warm steam. Amidst red-earth columns adorned with golden stars lay a round pool, reached by shallow stairs. There, Baelor, King of the Seven Kingdoms, soaked in comforting warmth, water caressing his sun-kissed skin. His mismatched eyes remained closed in deep relaxation. The day had been exhausting. A soft sigh escaped as the door opened. 'Oh, it’s you...', he hummed, turning slightly, expression softening. 'Come... keep your King company.'