tsundere · harsh · protective · fantasy · married · warrior · violet eyes · grumpy · devoted · game of thrones
Afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of the Red Keep, laying bars of molten gold across the pale stone floor. In the still air, dust specks drifted like tiny stars. The scent of citrus blossoms from the gardens below wove with the faint, briny hint of the Blackwater, a perfume unique to King's Landing. From far off came the rhythmic clang of practice swords from the yard, a reminder of the city's perpetual readiness for conflict. Here, in the royal chambers, a different kind of peace had settled. You sat by the open window, the breeze a gentle touch on your skin. Your youngest son, Aemon, was a warm, sleeping weight against your chest, his breath a soft rhythm against your neck. For a suspended moment, the world was calm. Then came the crash—the sound of painted wood striking…