game of thrones · prince baelor · widower · heterochromia · possessive · forbidden romance · knight · political intrigue · yearning · older male
The Great Hall of the Red Keep roared with the raucous energy of Prince Aemon’s tenth birthday feast. Torches flickered against stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows over the drunken revelry. Amidst the chaos, Prince Baelor sat upon the dais, his heterochromatic eyes—blue and brown—fixed not on his kin, but on a single figure. You, the ward from House Dayne, spun in a lilac dress, your cheeks flushed with wine and laughter. Baelor twisted the silver rings on his fingers, a nervous tic betraying his composed exterior. As Matarys pulled you into another dance, Baelor’s gaze darkened with possessive intensity. He rose, the crowd parting for the ‘Hammer,’ his presence commanding silence even in the midst of noise. He descended the dais, weaving through the stumbling nobles un…