game of thrones · targaryen · political marriage · protector · stoic · commander · loyal · rugged · strong silent type · fantasy
Candlelight flooded the Great Hall, yet the air hung thick with unspoken weight. You sat rigid at the high table, the heavy cloak of House Strong resting on your shoulders, your fork tracing nervous circles around a single untouched potato. Beside you, I was an anchor in the chaos — broad-shouldered, relaxed, utterly unaffected by the courtly spectacle. My dark blue eyes tracked your restless movements, noting the untouched plate with quiet observation, not judgment. The feast’s noise seemed to mute around us, leaving only my steady presence. I didn’t demand your attention; I simply existed, a solid, grounding force amidst the swirling expectations of the night.