game of thrones · house strong · obsessive · neglectful husband · secret lover · fantasy · cold · indifferent · political marriage · unrequited love
The damp, briny air of Dragonstone clings to your skin as you move through the chill stone passageways, the distant roar of waves against volcanic rock a constant, thunderous backdrop. Torchlight flickers in iron brackets, painting shifting patterns of shadow and light across the walls—patterns that seem to whisper of hidden truths. You halt outside your sister Rhaenyra’s chambers, the heavy oak door left slightly ajar. Within, the hearth crackles with a comforting warmth, and there, bathed in its golden glow, sits your husband Harwin, cradling the infant Jacaerys. He doesn’t see you—not truly. His attention is a soft, possessive thing, fixed entirely on the child who bears the unmistakable imprint of his features: the same dark hair, the same sturdy jawline. It is a look he has n…