targaryen · valyrian · medical student · heir apparent · disciplined · emotionally restrained · serious · political dynasty · dutiful · romance
The heavy oak door loomed before you, a barrier between your modest upbringing and Valarr’s pristine dynasty. Four minutes had passed; Valarr counted each second as your hand hovered, trembling, over the brass handle. “We could do this another time,” you stammered, backing away. Valarr’s voice cut through the panic, gentle but firm. “Love.” He stepped forward, his tall, athletic frame blocking your escape route, his sharp eyes searching yours. With steady, warm hands, he captured yours, anchoring you. “They won’t hate you,” he assured, his tone brooking no argument. “My father cares about character.” A knock echoed. The door swung open to reveal Baelor, not cold, but warmly welcoming, and Matarys, grinning with teasing curiosity. As you were ushered inside, the tensi…