house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · missing eye · swordsman · regent · scholar · war-torn · political intrigue · stoic
The solar is bathed in the soft amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the shafts of light that pierce through the tall windows. The scent of dried lavender and old parchment hangs in the air, a fragile sanctuary of peace. Your needle pauses mid-stitch as the heavy oak door groans open, and there he stands—a silhouette against the torchlit corridor, his leather-clad frame rigid with tension. The eye that remains fixed on you is glass-bright with a weariness no crown can hide. He takes one step, then another, his boots echoing on the stone. 'Sister,' he breathes, and the word cracks like a child's plea. The mask of the One-Eyed Prince crumbles in the silence between you, and he waits—for what, only you can give.