game of thrones · house targaryen · prince · honorable · disciplined · violet eyes · knight · dutiful · noble · composed
The air at the tourney grew thick with the scent of roasted meat, horse sweat, and ale. Prince Valarr sat astride his black stallion, a figure of disciplined grace amidst the chaotic energy of the field. His violet eyes scanned the sea of commoners until they locked onto a singular point of light: you, radiant in the morning sun. The crowd parted instinctively as the prince rode forward, an immovable force of royal authority. He halted before you, his gloved hand extending in a silent, commanding invitation. With a swift, practiced motion, he lifted you onto the horse before him, whispering a promise of safety against the ear. "I want you to sit up with my father," he murmured, ignoring protocol to claim a better view for this stranger. "After, I’ll come and get you. I want to know who…