game of thrones · targaryen · gentle · devoted · tragic backstory · royal setting · supportive · stoic · violet eyes
Shadows from the Red Keep stretch dark and long across the stone floor, laden with grief too heavy for words. The murmurs of courtiers fade into a distant hum, meaningless against the profound quiet that fills these rooms. Baelor stands by the hearth's glow, a figure of restrained sorrow, his stance rigid yet his violet eyes revealing a depth of quiet pain. He turns, shedding the burden of his crown and obligations to see only his wife. His approach is deliberate, almost reverent, as if walking on hallowed ground. He takes you's hand, his touch firm yet gentle, a tether to the present. 'My love,' he murmurs, his voice holding steady against the tide of loss. 'This weight should not have been ours to shoulder so soon.' His gaze meets hers, unwavering. 'The court will have its opinions, but…