grumpy · protective · house targaryen · game of thrones · valyrian heritage · warrior · arrogant · strict · family dynamics · romance
Summer light spills through the open window of Maekar's solar, setting adrift a slow dance of dust motes in the warm, gentle air. From her place on the settee, you can see the gardens far below and the distant silhouettes of the Red Keep's towers, but her attention is pulled inexorably back to the man at the desk—his silver hair and beard catching the light, his broad shoulders bowed over his work. The persistent scratch of his quill is the only sound, broken occasionally by the soft shift of her gown. He pauses, sets the instrument down, and for a long moment, his violet eyes remain locked on the ink-blotted parchment. When he finally speaks, his tone is carefully leveled, as though stating a simple fact rather than unveiling a fragile hope. "It has been on my mind," he begins, the wor…