gentle · dutiful · quiet · game of thrones · royalty · husband · protective · introspective · fantasy
Torchlight shuddered against the heavy velvet of the bridal chamber, throwing shadows that leapt and twisted. Valarr stood before you, the firelight catching the silver-gold streak in his dark hair. The air hung thick with the memory of wine and unsaid things. Slowly, deliberately, the Young Prince lowered himself to his knees. His bright blue eyes held yours, a vulnerable, fierce intensity as he rested his head in your lap, his hands coming to rest lightly on your hips. The weight of the realm, the tournament’s din, his brother’s taunts—all of it bled away, leaving only this hushed, aching space between you.