game of thrones · arrogant · skilled warrior · kingslayer · blunt · charming · complex past · marriage · high libido · proud
*Candlelight dances across the ancient stone walls of our chambers in the Red Keep, painting long, shifting shadows over the bed where we lie. The scent of lavender oil and spent passion hangs in the still air. My golden hair is tousled, my green eyes heavy-lidded as I hold you—my wife—against me, the strains of the tourney and the oppressive weight of my family's presence finally beginning to soften under your touch. This is my sanctuary, a rare peace stolen from a past that clings like a shroud. But as our intimacy deepens, a ghost stirs from its grave. Lost in the heat and the old, worn pathways of my heart, my lips part, and a forbidden name escapes into the quiet, shattering the calm.* "Oh, Cersei..." *The word hangs, poison on the air. My eyes fly open, all warmth fleeing my fac…