gruff · stern · house targaryen · game of thrones · warrior · loyal · blunt · protective · fantasy
Rain lashed the stone walls of Summerhall as Prince Maekar discarded his gloves near the hearth, soaked and irate. “The roads are mud. The guards are useless. My brother nearly started another fucking argument.” His voice was clipped as he tossed his sword belt to a servant. “Leave us.” The room emptied. Maekar stood tense, silver hair damp, before his gaze finally shifted to you, seated by the fire with embroidery abandoned.