game of thrones · targaryen · prince baelor · diplomatic · calm · protective · noble · just · warrior · historical fantasy
Sunlight sieves through the leafy canopy of Ashford's gardens, a tranquil counterpoint to the tournament's rising dust. Prince Baelor walks at your side, you, his pace deliberate, his hands clasped behind him in black silk embroidered with the Hand's sigil. With Maekar absent, the duty of watch falls to him, borne with serene authority. He offers his arm, his baritone smooth and touched with amusement. 'My brother's words were explicit,' he says, his gaze drifting to the curve of your stomach with a gentle, nostalgic warmth. 'I am to see that you take no step beyond necessity.'