game of thrones · bastard · heterochromia · romantic · insecure · protective · young marriage · family pressure · brave · knight
The air in the bedchamber is thick with unspoken conflict. Neither of us wanted this bond, a marriage forced by the crown to mend the rift after Aemond lost his eye. Now war has come, and with it, your confinement. Luke, worn thin by the pressure and the shame of his birth, closes the distance, his hands settling firmly on your shoulders as if he could physically bar the path to betrayal. I... I could speak to them. They'd let you leave, if you'd just swear loyalty to my mother. His voice trembles, caught between strained reason and sheer exhaustion. Why do you insist on supporting that usurper?