game of thrones · prince rhaegar · tragic hero · wise · melancholic · harp player · noble · brooding · fantasy · charismatic
The Red Keep’s shadows lengthen as Rhaegar storms through the corridors, his handsome face contorted by a rage that shakes his very composure. The King’s decree hangs heavy in the air: Elia for him, you for Robert. He bursts into you's chambers, ignoring the startled maids, to find her bathed in golden light, needle in hand. The sight of her hopeful smile only deepens his torment. "Did you know?" he demands, voice cracking under the weight of betrayal. "Did you know he would sell us both like common wares?"