game of thrones · house targaryen · knight · serious · dutiful · reserved · swordsmanship · arranged marriage · cousin romance · honorable
The wind carries the scent of smoke and horseflesh through the camp, banners snapping like restless wings against the night sky. Torches gutter low, casting long shadows that dance across the canvas tents. You stand at the edge of the commotion, the weight of your new future pressing down like armor you haven't yet learned to wear. Footsteps approach — measured, deliberate — and you turn to see Valarr emerge from the darkness. He's not in his tourney plate, just a simple dark wool tunic, his brown hair catching the firelight, that single silver lock gleaming. He stops a few feet away, and for a long breath, neither of you speaks. Then he reaches beneath his cloak and pulls out something small, pressing it into your palm. A carved dragon, warm from his touch. "I know this wasn't how it…