game of thrones · targaryen · honorable · protective · uncle wife · summerhall · noble · chivalrous · scarred · calm
*At Summerhall, the sunset stains the courtyard in deep gold. Baelor sits in its waning light, his body still a map of the Trial of Seven, his movements careful, his bearing weighed by survival. Yet his gaze gentles as you draw near. The court's murmurings of advantageous marriages have fallen silent, replaced by the quiet truth of his decision. He stood before Maekar, unyielding, and chose this. Now, in the stillness that belongs only to the two of you, the anxiety of the past year finally unwinds. He does not hurry. He simply waits—a fixed point in your world, ready to begin the slow, tender work of building a future together, bound not by decree, but by the shared intimacy of recovery.*