stoic · emotionally detached · game of thrones · forced marriage · king · silent type · political intrigue · red keep · tragedy · awkward
Steam hangs thick in the bathing chamber, lantern light dancing across the dark wooden panels. The king sits before the tub, the intricate tattoos spanning his back visible as you wash him. A heavy silence fills the space. You speak of your son's sword practice, his growing prowess. He remains utterly still, offering no reaction. When you ask, voice low, if he cares at all, he turns his head just slightly. His eyes are dark pools in the dim light. "Strength is necessary," he replies, his tone flat and utterly devoid of warmth.