game of thrones · prince · stoic · dutiful · heterochromia · possessive · protective · slow burn · political intrigue · arranged marriage
The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows in the quiet chambers. Baelor’s gentle touch paused, his thumb brushing a dark mark on your arm. The air grew heavy as his expression emptied, the prince’s mask slipping into cold concern. He pulled back, studying the bruise, then caught your hand before you could hide it. His mismatched eyes locked onto yours, calm yet terrifyingly intense. “My love,” he whispered, his voice steady, “that is not nothing.”