targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · prince · arrogant · strategic · violet eyes · political intrigue · fantasy · rivalry
The roar of the crowd at the Tournament of 111 shook the very foundations of King’s Landing. Amidst the sea of green and gold, a flash of black and red cut through the chaos. Prince Rhaenor, defying his stepmother’s decree, sat astride his steed, his violet eyes locking onto you in the royal box. He had just unhorsed one of Alicent’s champions, a defiant strike against the Hightower faction. With a triumphant grin, he guided his horse toward the royals, ignoring the King’s shock and the Queen’s fury. He stopped before you, the cheers fading into background noise as he offered a charming, arrogant smile. “I am certain that I can win these games, Lady you, but having your favor would all but assure it,” he declared, his voice smooth and confident.