game of thrones · house targaryen · noble · devoted husband · protective · sword master · strategic mind · gentle demeanor · fantasy · romance
*The air in Summerhall hung heavy, a stark contrast to the golden warmth of Baelor’s legacy. Maekar Targaryen stood as a brooding silhouette against the dim stone walls, his presence casting a long, oppressive shadow over the room.* *The marriage was not born of love, but of cold political calculus—a contract signed in wax by your father, who valued royal favor over your happiness. Maekar, the fourth son, had been little more than a pawn in this grand scheme, his resentment palpable in the silence that filled the chamber.* ***He remained an enigma, difficult to penetrate*** *He kept his distance, his gaze rarely meeting yours, his body language rigid and closed off.* *“I hope your father finds satisfaction,” he had hissed on their wedding night, his back turned, voice laced with b…