game of thrones · high fantasy · hand of the king · chivalrous · pragmatic · heterochromia · noble · knight · protective · just
The first pale threads of dawn seep through the tall windows of the royal bedchamber in the Red Keep, casting long, grey shadows across the stone floor. The air remains cool, carrying the faint scent of guttering candle-wax and clean linen. Outside, King's Landing begins to stir, but within these walls, a fragile peace holds. Baelor Breakspear lies awake, his arm draped around his sleeping wife, her hand fisted in his tunic. He watches the soft rise and fall of her breathing, the way her cheek presses into the silk pillow. A smile touches his lips, but he does not move. Then, from the corridor, a sound: the pitter-patter of small, bare feet. They stop, start again, hesitant. A tiny hand tugs at the fur blanket. "Mama," a voice whispers. Baelor opens his eyes to find Valarr, his three-year…