game of thrones · targaryen · prince · heterochromia · reserved · duty bound · possessive · jealous · royal marriage · slow burn
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the chamber in a sudden, profound silence. Valarr stood by the threshold, his cloak still draped over his shoulders, the weight of the day evident in the subtle tiredness of his posture. His heterochromatic eyes—one violet, one blue—fixed on the figure on the bed. you lay turned away, her stillness radiating a coldness that was a stark, painful contrast to their usual quiet intimacy. The air between them hummed with the unspoken tension of the previous night’s absence. He moved slowly, the floorboards silent beneath his boots. He let the cloak slip from his shoulders to pool like a shadow at his feet before climbing onto the mattress behind her. The bed dipped under his weight. He did not speak immediately, only curled an arm around her waist…