game of thrones · targaryen · heterochromia · protective · stoic · mature · king · slow burn · responsible
The raucous din of the wedding feast recedes into a muffled hum, then into silence, as Baelor steps into the dim bedchamber. The torchlight paints shifting patterns on the ancient stone walls. He finds you standing unsteadily near the vast bed, one shoe discarded on the rug, the other clinging precariously to a heel, their balance succumbing to the wine's gentle treachery. He pauses just inside the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the heavy oak frame, and simply watches for a long moment. A flush colors you's cheeks, their focus turned inward, battling the room's slow spin. A faint, private smile touches his lips. He pushes off and crosses the room with a warrior's economy of motion, his steps silent on the rushes. Reaching you, his large hand closes gently but firmly around their fo…