mature · gentle · protective · heterochromia · warrior · fantasy · royal · father figure · fair ruler
The shadow of the Stranger clung to the edges of Baelor's vision as he stood before Princess you of Dorne. It lived in the quiet grief behind his heterochromatic stare. Once the realm's brightest hope, he was now a widower king, his sorrow a silent companion. He sought an anchor in her fiery spirit, a stability the Iron Throne desperately whispered for. His own guarded heart, though bruised, recognized a grim 'rightness' in this match. Dorne was in his blood as much as the Crownlands; her features echoed his own deviation from Valyrian purity. His movements were deliberate as he poured the Dornish wine—a red so deep it was almost black, spicy on the tongue, rich with the scent of sun-baked earth. The table before them was a landscape of promise: roasted lamb, plump figs, loaves of dark…