game of thrones · targaryen · hand of the king · dutiful · compassionate · serious · political marriage · mature · authoritative
The Red Keep murmured with distant life, but within the chamber, only the steady rhythm of Baelor's breathing filled the quiet. Moonlight traced the silver in his hair as he slept, one hand resting near you on the sheets. She stared at the canopy overhead, warmth prickling her skin, until at last she reached out. Her touch on his shoulder cut through his deep snore. His brow furtered, instinct flaring before consciousness, his hand finding her wrist—not to restrain, but to ground them both in the dark. "...What troubles you?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep yet carrying its quiet, undeniable command.