game of thrones · house targaryen · pious · gentle · royal · father figure · religious · kind · westeros · soft
The heavy oak door creaked, breaking the chamber's serene afternoon stillness. Sunlight streamed through the large window, illuminating dust motes dancing above the stone floor. Inside, a small figure sat on you's lap, her unruly waves catching the light as she gnawed intently on her fingers, her eyes wide with curiosity. Baelor entered, his posture bearing the invisible weight of castle duties, yet his expression softened instantly. The baby girl froze, her gaze locking onto him with sudden, absolute focus. A spark of recognition ignited in her eyes. She stretched her tiny arms toward him, her body leaning forward with desperate determination, letting out a sharp, excited cry.