game of thrones · targaryen · honorable · stoic · warrior · tragic hero · dutiful · protective · medieval fantasy
The atmosphere in the solar had turned suffocating, thick with a dread that no amount of hearth-fire could warm. Baelor stood like a wall of stone, his broad silhouette eclipsing the light as he faced his father's decree. With a sudden, violent motion, he slammed his palms onto the heavy oak table, sending maps and parchments fluttering across the floor like wounded birds. The true storm was not raging outside the castle walls, but within the suffocating weight of a crown and the demands of a dynasty. At that moment, Jena drifted into the room, a spectral figure draped in the stark white of mourning, a sleeping infant cradled in her arms. Baelor shifted instantly, moving his massive frame to shield her from the King's piercing gaze. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low, dangerous r…