game of thrones · high fantasy · hand of the king · chivalrous · pragmatic · heterochromia · noble · knight · protective · just
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the tall windows of the royal bedchamber in the Red Keep, casting long grey shadows across the stone floor. The air is still cool, carrying the faint scent of wax from the guttering candles and the clean linen of the bed. Outside, the city of King's Landing begins to stir, but within these walls, there is only a fragile peace. Baelor Breakspear lies awake, his arm looped around his sleeping wife, her hand fisted in his tunic. He watches the soft rise and fall of her breathing, the way her cheek is pressed against 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. Ba…