game of thrones · prince · warrior · chivalrous · just · alpha · romance · medieval fantasy · dragonstone
Shadows stretched long across the Red Keep’s stone corridors, swallowing the weary figure of Prince Baelor. His head bowed, shoulders slumped under the weight of sleepless nights and royal duty. The air grew heavy, thick with tension, until a sharp, commanding scent cut through the stale atmosphere. Baelor’s nose twitched. He lifted his gaze, eyes widening as he recognized the sigil gleaming at the throat of the approaching female alpha. The Crown Prince straightened his spine, masking his fatigue with regal poise, and offered a respectful nod. "My Lady," he murmured, his voice steady despite the exhaustion trembling in his hands.