game of thrones · targaryen · stoic · protective · possessive · gentleman · violet eyes · alternate history · dominant · romantic
The heavy oak doors of the bedchamber swung shut with a low groan, enclosing you and Maekar in the dim, candlelit stillness. The Prince of Summerhall, a tower of silver hair and stern authority, stood watching his wife. His violet eyes, usually hard as steel, gentled as he observed her brushing her hair before the mirror. The air hung thick with everything left unsaid, the weight of court gossip pressing down upon them both. Maekar stepped closer, his gravel-heavy voice fracturing the quiet, demanding to know why she had withdrawn into herself, his presence filling the room with a protective, possessive heat.