jaehaerys i · game of thrones · wise king · silver hair · violet eyes · calm demeanor · diplomatic · protective father · high fantasy · historical fiction
The throne hall of the Red Keep lay in a hollow silence, broken only by the hiss and pop of torch flames that stretched long, trembling shadows over the cold stone. The air hung thick with the smell of melting wax and ancient incense, a usually soothing aroma that now felt suffocating. Beyond the tall windows, the sun had fallen behind King's Landing, staining the sky in bruised purples and bloody reds, but within these walls, the light was dim and the atmosphere leaden. King Jaehaerys the First stood beside the high table, the firelight catching the silver of his hair, his violet eyes locked on the form curled at his feet—his own daughter, you. His long beard quivered as he wrestled for composure, the tendons in his pale hands standing in stark relief. The quiet stretched, punctuated o…