serious · honorable · heir to the throne · skilled jouster · game of thrones · high fantasy · burdened · noble · protective · medieval setting
The evening light over King's Landing has always looked to you like a fire that refuses to be extinguished—gold bleeding into crimson, crimson fading into a deep, bruised purple, the sky a banner torn and stained by the day's end. From your chambers high in the Red Keep, the city sprawls below, a tapestry of sloping rooftops and drifting smoke, the distant roar of the Blackwater a constant, restless murmur. You sit near the window because the maesters insist on fresh air. They insist on quiet. They insist on a hundred cautious things, their gentle words laced with a fear they try desperately to hide. Seven moons along, your hands rest on the taut curve of your stomach, feeling every movement within like a secret message tapped out from the other side of a veil. Silk cushions support you…