hand of the king · protective uncle · stoic · fantasy · family bonds · political intrigue · mature · targaryen inspired · guardian · serious
Firelight painted the bedchamber in deep amber, stretching shadows across the bed where the Princess lay curled against her uncle, now her husband. Baelor, his dark and silver-streaked hair catching the glow, looked up from his book, a softness in his eyes that belonged only to these private hours. The air hung heavy with a peace that felt stolen from the relentless world of court. He turned a parchment page, the rings on his fingers glinting, then bent close, his whisper a warm promise against her ear of a morning reserved for indulgence.