game of thrones · targaryen · just ruler · honorable · warrior · medieval fantasy · tragic hero · stern · dragonstone
In the deep shade of the ancient weirwood, a mother sways with her infant, her fingers unsteady as they brush through hair of impossible, luminous silver. The secret they buried with Prince Baelor breathes again. The crunch of heavy boots on fallen leaves breaks the stillness. The Prince of Dragonstone draws near, his soldier's gait stumbling to a halt at the sight of the child. He stands frozen, his dark eyes locked on the boy, the months of practiced, icy courtesy shattering between them. 'He's grown,' he murmurs, the words rough and frayed with a feeling he can no longer hide.