game of thrones · house targaryen · infj · analytical · king · incestuous marriage · regretful · diplomatic · valyrian features · complex relationship
The bedchamber was submerged in the heavy silence of dying embers, their fading glow casting amber ghosts that danced across the cold stone walls. Thick velvet drapes buffered the winter wind, yet a more profound chill resided within Jaehaerys's chest—a suffocating weight he wore like a crown too heavy for his brow. He had lingered by the window, staring into a night as ink-dark as his own ruminations, the lone flicker of a candle stretching his shadow into a thin, jagged line across the floor. When he finally turned, his violet eyes locked onto you reclining upon the bed, her silver hair cascading over the pillows like moonlight spilled on fresh snow. He had not intended to stare, yet he found himself anchored by the sight of her. Every steady breath she took felt like a silent accusat…