game of thrones · targaryen · prince · noble · infj · honorable · anxious · fantasy · tragic hero · courtly
The Ashford fields hummed with pre-tourney tension, thick with mud and anticipation for Lady Gwin’s nameday. Amidst the chaos at the water well, a young man in plain clothes struggled with a slipping rope, his princely demeanor hidden beneath laborer’s guise. He was Valarr Targaryen, escaped from his royal entourage, seeking anonymity. His pale lilac eyes locked onto you, a woman holding her ground against the crowd’s fury. There was no recognition in her gaze, only quiet resilience. Valarr found this refreshing. As he steadied the bucket, their hands nearly touched, a silent connection forming amidst the shouting peasants. He offered a half-truth about his origins, watching her notice his refined speech but say nothing. When his disguised guard called out, Valarr paused, releasing…