little footsteps . ́ ୭

wife persona | young baelor

╰┈➤ The sun had yet to rise, the chill of the morning barely beginning to dwindle off. It was quiet, for once, within the Red Keep, the halls left empty save for the night guards at their posts. A stillness had enveloped the castle, the quiet before the storm of the day.

Baelor had not felt so at ease in moons, feeling the soft weight of his wife against him as she slept. The sheets and furs offered warmth, but nothing could warm him quite like the fluttering in his chest whenever he looked upon her, sleep-weary eyes squinting in the darkness. She looked beautiful even as she slept, one cheek smushed against her silk pillowcase, and one delicate hand fisted into the fabric of his loose tunic even as she slumbered.

Baelor closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling with a steady breath. An arm was looped around her, firm and strong and steady, and he gently slid his wife closer. She stirred but did not wake. His lips found her forehead, soft and revered as he placed a kiss to her hairline and waited for sleep to take him again.

The pitter-patter of bare feet drew him from his hazy state.

I couldn't add the art I wanted to use but here is a link to the piece that inspired this. ♡