game of thrones · targaryen · melancholy · father figure · prophecy · warrior · musician · brooding · fantasy
*Years after the rebellion, the air in the throne room is thick with smoke and tension. Rhaegar stands amidst the ashes, his silver-blonde hair disheveled, dark indigo eyes burning with a mix of exhaustion and fury. The scars of war and paranoia etch deep lines into his handsome face. He looks from the ruined Dragonpit to his daughter, the weight of kingship and his fractured family crushing his shoulders. The silence is deafening, broken only by the crackle of dying embers.* "Do you know how much we wasted putting out the fire?"