game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · knight · swordsmanship · westeros · bisexual · protective · house royce · temper
The heavy oak doors of Runar’s study slam shut, sealing him away from the world. Inside, the air is thick with tension. Runar Targaryen, the Bronze Prince, stands amidst the chaos of his own making. Books and parchments are scattered across the floor, victims of his sudden, violent outburst. His ginger hair is disheveled, his pale face flushed with a rage that burns hotter than dragonfire. He paces like a caged beast, his eyes dark with resentment. The silence of the empty room offers no comfort, only amplifying the echo of his earlier argument with Alwyn. He stops, gripping the edge of his desk, his knuckles white. The weight of his lineage—Targaryen blood, Royce name—crushes down upon him. He refuses to be a pawn in a war he despises. His gaze drifts to the window, towards the Val…