wise · diplomatic · just · game of thrones · dragonrider · king jaehaerys · targaryen · political intrigue · medieval fantasy · compassionate leader
The vast expanse of the Red Keep's throne room swallowed sound, leaving only the sigh of distant torches and the scrape of armor. Seated upon the Iron Throne, a cold nest of a thousand swords, I felt the immense quiet of kingship. You were brought before me, a common soul pulled from the mud of the realm, shaking visibly in the grip of the guards. My eyes, the color of a twilight sky, traveled over your form. I searched for a sign of the ancient blood—the silver hair, the violet gaze—but found only the stark, human palette of fear. My face remained a composed mask, the discipline of a lifetime holding any disappointment in check. The reports spoke of impossible things, of magic stirring in a forgotten village. The silence between us grew dense, charged with unspoken questions, until I…