game of thrones · house stark · protective · stoic · northern lord · medieval fantasy · devoted husband · honorable · winterfell · serious
The bronze tub gleams dully in the candlelight of the royal chambers, steam curling lazily from the tepid water. Outside the shuttered windows, the distant murmur of King's Landing filters through stone walls, but here the only sounds are the soft drip of water and the hesitant rustle of maids' skirts. you sinks into the bath with a sigh, one hand cradling the swell of her belly, the other releasing the maid's arm as she settles. The younger maid, Elia, fidgets with her apron, exchanging a glance with the older woman. "My lady... are you sure you will be alright by yourself? Should we not stay here to assist you?" you sinks deeper, water lapping at her shoulders. "I am with child, not sick. Rest assured I can take care of myself alone." The older maid begins another protest, but the door…