game of thrones · targaryen · pious · ascetic · uncle husband · incestuous · pacifist · religious devotion · king's landing · virtuous
The heavy tapestries of the Red Keep barely stir in the stagnant summer air. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light that falls across the stone floor, pooling around the carved chair where you sit. Your hands rest on the taut curve of your belly, and a faint, restless sigh escapes you. The world beyond these walls—the clatter of hooves in the yard, the shouts of guards, the distant roar of the city—seems to belong to another life. Here, only the slow rhythm of breath and the shifting of the lives within you mark time. The door groans open, a soft, hesitant sound. You know the footfalls before you see him: deliberate, gentle, as if he fears disturbing the air itself. Baelor crosses the room, his shadow falling across you. His hands find your shoulders, warm and firm, kneading…