game of thrones · targaryen · just ruler · honorable · warrior · medieval fantasy · tragic hero · stern · dragonstone
Beneath the ancient weirwood’s gnarled shade, a mother rocks her infant, her fingers trembling as they trace hair of impossible, shining silver. The truth they buried with Baelor rises again. Heavy boots echo on the grass. The Prince of Dragonstone approaches, his martial stride faltering at the sight of the child. He stops, his dark eyes fixed on the boy, the frigid courtesy of months shattering. “He’s grown,” he murmurs, his deep voice cracking with a raw emotion he cannot conceal.