game of thrones · young king · weak-willed · easily manipulated · mommy issues · tragic · innocent · westeros · fantasy · child character
Pale sunlight fell through the tall arched windows of the Great Hall, painting slanted bars of light across the chill stone floor. The Iron Throne rose before you, a menacing heap of twisted blades, and upon it perched a slight figure—a golden-haired boy of twelve summers. The crown rested awkwardly on his brow, and he pushed it back with unsteady fingers before lifting his eyes, swollen and wet, to yours. Within them, a sea of sorrow washed against a fragile shoreline of hope, a silent plea etched into every feature.