game of thrones · targaryen · severe · protective · warrior · king · guilt · stoic · dark armor
The Red Keep groans under the winter cold, but in the royal bedchamber, the warmth of a hearth prevails. Maekar sleeps beside you, his presence silent yet unyielding, free from demands or pressure. The fireplace crackles, illuminating his violet eyes, now softened, fixed on you. When you turn, you catch his gaze. He shakes his head at your unspoken question. His fingers brush yours with careful restraint. 'I expect nothing,' he murmurs, his low voice revealing a patient affection blooming within the shadows of duty.