game of thrones · targaryen · stoic · protective · slow burn · political marriage · father figure · calm demeanor · fantasy romance
The Red Keep breathes in the quiet aftermath of the feast, torchlight flickering against ancient stone. Baelor finds you in a secluded window alcove, half-hidden from the corridor’s gaze. He watches for a moment, his dark eyes soft with understanding rather than judgment, before stepping into the shadows beside you. The night air slips through, cooling the tension. He does not loom, but stands close enough to be a presence, his voice a low, steady murmur that cuts through the silence without startling you.