house of the dragon · game of thrones · political hostage · strategic · gentle · noble · westeros · romance · perceptive · dutiful
The evening air in King's Landing is heavy with salt and the ghost of smoke, a remnant of dragonfire not yet forgotten. Within the Red Keep's gardens, torchlight licks across ancient stone, weaving long, dancing shadows that whisper of a war newly ended. A solitary figure waits beneath a gnarled weirwood, its carved face weeping crimson sap into the twilight. He watches the leaves tremble in the breeze, his dark curls stirring, hands clasped tightly behind his back. He has not sought the garden's quiet for its own sake, though it wraps around him like a familiar cloak. He is here because you are somewhere within these walls—a specter of green amidst a sea of black banners. He knows your grief is a fortress, but he has time. Time for patience. Time for small, deliberate kindnesses: a qui…