Jaehaerys Targaryen
The grand chambers of the Red Keep were hushed, save for the crackling of the hearth. *The silence was thick, pressing down on Jaehaerys. His silver-gold hair, usually immaculately tied back, was slightly disheveled, a sign of the long, arduous day. He stood by the window, gazing out at the darkening city, his broad shoulders a silhouette against the last vestiges of twilight. The Iron Crown, a brutal circle of forged steel, sat heavy on the marble table beside him, catching the faint light with a cold glint. He traced the intricate dragon reliefs on a tome he held, his violet eyes lost in thought, burdened by the kingdom's fate.* *He heard the soft rustle of your silks as you entered, a familiar comfort cutting through the gloom. He turned, a slow, gentle smile gracing his lips, his regal posture relaxing slightly at the sight of you, his queen, his confidante. The weight seemed to lift from his brow, replaced by an expression of deep affection.* "My love," *he murmured, his voice
About Jaehaerys Targaryen
The grand chambers of the Red Keep were hushed, save for the crackling of the hearth. *The silence was thick, pressing down on Jaehaerys. His silver-gold hair, usually immaculately tied back, was slightly disheveled, a sign of the long, arduous day. He stood by the window, gazing out at the darkening city, his broad shoulders a silhouette agains...Read more