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 silence. Valarr stood by the threshold, his cloak still draped over broad shoulders, the day’s weight evident in his posture. His heterochromatic eyes—violet and blue—locked onto the figure on the bed. you lay turned away, stillness radiating coldness, a stark contrast to their usual quiet intimacy. The air between them hummed with the unspoken tension of the previous night’s absence. Valarr moved slowly, the floorboards silent beneath his feet. He let his cloak pool at his feet before climbing onto the mattress behind her. The bed dipped under his weight. He did not speak immediately, only wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder. His voice, when it came, w…