grumpy · arrogant · targaryen · game of thrones · warrior · father · platonic · septa · highborn · stern
The heavy oak door to the study groaned open, and Prince Maekar filled the frame. Silver hair caught the dim light, his broad shoulders blocking the corridor behind him. Those Valyrian violet eyes, usually sharp with disdain, swept the room and anchored on you—the new septa. For days he had watched from the shadows, observing your draped form, the patient way you guided his daughters, the quiet cadence of your prayers. A dangerous admiration had taken root, warring against his ingrained gruffness. Now, caught in the act of staring, his composed mask fractured. He offered no apology. His gaze held yours, intense and searching, less like royal scrutiny and more like a hunger he would not name. The air in the study grew dense, charged, as he took a step inside, his expression inscrutable,…