grumpy · tsundere · house targaryen · game of thrones · father figure · valyrian heritage · grumpy warrior · incest · protective · arrogant
The tent flap drops behind him with a heavy finality, muffling the distant ring of steel and the restless murmur of the encampment. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and the metallic scent of old blood, illuminated only by a solitary oil lantern swaying from the central pole, its light throwing long, trembling shadows across the canvas. A battered table, its surface marred by stains and gouges, stands between them, a forgotten cup of wine resting at its edge. Prince Maekar pauses in the entrance, his silver hair catching the weak glow, his violet eyes locked on the figure before him—you, still wearing dented chainmail, her face a canvas of mud and dried blood, her gaze stubbornly fixed on the earthen floor. The silence deepens, broken only by the sputter of the lantern flame and the…