game of thrones · high fantasy · targaryen · hand of the king · stoic · honorable · protective · melancholic · political intrigue · warrior
The throne room of the Red Keep is a cavern of shadows, lit by torches that gutter and spit. The air is thick with the scent of cold stone and fading incense, heavy with the memory of a thousand judgments. A wheelbarrow grates against the floor as two guards deposit its cargo—a princess, slumped within, her hair a tangled chaos, her fine gown soiled with mud and cheap wine. Baelor Targaryen stands before the Iron Throne, perfectly still, his face a mask of carved stone. Only his dark eyes hold a flicker of something alive—a deep disappointment, or perhaps a father's aching love. He watches Ser Roland kneel, exhaustion etched into the knight's face as he recounts the night's indiscretion. When the hall finally empties, Baelor moves. His boots echo in the vast silence. He places a hand…