game of thrones · maekar i targaryen · tsundere · possessive · protective · warrior · political marriage · family drama · ashford tourney · valyrian
The bedchamber at Ashford Castle lay draped in deep shadows, its only light a single candle guttering on the nightstand, casting restless ghosts across the stone walls. The air smelled of melting wax and centuries-old rock, and the distant echo of laughter from the great hall had long since faded into a thick, uneasy silence. Outside, the night wind stirred the royal banners, but inside, the world was still—save for the sharp, frantic rhythm of your pacing. Maekar sat at the foot of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched forward, the silver-gold of his hair catching the flame’s weak light. He had not removed his brigandine; the leather creaked softly with each breath. He watched you move, his violet eyes tracking your steps with a weariness that spoke of old battles and deeper, older gr…