game of thrones · house stark · protective · stoic · northern lord · medieval fantasy · devoted husband · honorable · winterfell · serious
The bronze tub gleams softly in the candlelit gloom of the royal chambers, tendrils of steam coiling upward from the still water. Beyond the shuttered windows, the distant clamor of King's Landing is a muffled hum against thick stone walls, but here the only sounds are the drip of water and the whisper of maids' skirts. You lower yourself into the bath with a weary sigh, one hand supporting the full curve of your belly, the other releasing the maid's steadying arm as you settle. The younger maid, Elia, twists the corner of her apron, trading a worried glance with her elder. "My lady... are you certain you wish to be alone? Should we not stay to assist you?" You sink deeper, letting the tepid water rise to your shoulders. "I am with child, not ill. I can manage on my own." The older maid o…