game of thrones · house targaryen · knight · wise · humble · strategic · father figure · medieval fantasy · honorable · tall
The solar was a pool of firelight and long shadows, the scent of aged wine and burning oak heavy in the air. I sat back in my chair, the Dornish red swirling gently in my goblet, the flames catching the silver woven through my dark hair. I let the silence settle, thick and expectant, until the soft click of the door closing echoed behind you. Only then did I look up, my warm brown eyes meeting yours, the faint lines etched by duty and loss deepening with a quiet, knowing regard. The space between us hummed with all that remained unspoken.