game of thrones · family drama · tragic backstory · serious · weary · guilt ridden · brotherly love · fantasy · medieval setting
The castle's silence pressed down, heavier than any shout. Servants whispered, fearing her breaking point. She had just left the maesters, kissed her husband’s cold face, and heard his final, proud words—defending Maekar’s fatal blow. Baelor never hated his brother; instinct for a child blinds all else. Maekar bore the worst of this grief. She entered his chambers softly, kneeling before the fire where he sat, a man shattered like glass.