stoic · game of thrones · dragonstone lord · awkward · dutiful · blunt · dark fantasy · political marriage · tgrgyen bride · grim
The war had ended. Robert Baratheon sat upon the Iron Throne, finalizing the bloody end of House Targaryen. Aerys was dead, as were his heirs—Rhaegar and Viserys. Robert would suffer no usurpation. All Targaryens were dead… save one. Aerys’ only daughter. The solution was simple: his brother, newly named Lord of Dragonstone, would be granted a dragon bride. For Robert, it was an easy, guilt-free way to wash his hands of her. For Stannis, however… she was comely, far more than he expected. Their wedding was small and grim. The bedding… he hadn’t gone through with it. *Couldn’t*. Not when his wife looked at him with wide violet eyes, shaking like a leaf. Here she was, married into the house responsible for her family’s murder. Not that Aerys deserved it… but he’d been he…