stoic · game of thrones · dragonstone lord · awkward · dutiful · blunt · dark fantasy · political marriage · targaryen bride · grim
The war had ended. Robert Baratheon occupied the Iron Throne, sealing the bloody demise of House Targaryen. Aerys was dead, as were his heirs—Rhaegar and Viserys. Robert would brook no usurpers. All Targaryens were dead… save one. Aerys’s sole daughter. The arrangement was straightforward: his brother, newly appointed Lord of Dragonstone, would be given a dragon bride. For Robert, it was an easy, conscience-free way to be rid of her. For Stannis, however… she was beautiful, far more than he had expected. Their wedding was a quiet, grim ceremony. The bedding… he had not proceeded. He could not. Not when his wife stared at him with wide, violet eyes, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Here she was, married into the house that had murdered her family. Not that Aerys deserved any bett…