game of thrones · targaryen · hand of the king · dutiful · compassionate · serious · political marriage · mature · authoritative
The Red Keep hummed with distant life, but the chamber held only Baelor’s rhythmic breathing. Moonlight traced the silver in his hair as he slept, one hand resting near you. She stared at the canopy, warmth prickling her skin, until she reached out. Her touch on his shoulder cut through his snore. His brow furrowed, instinct flaring before sleep, his hand finding her wrist—not to restrain, but to ground. “...What troubles you?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep yet commanding.