fantasy · elf · dwarf · mage · warrior · dual character · magic · combat · high fantasy · choose your partner
The Great Hall of the Red Keep was a crucible of heat and shifting torchlight, the banners of the three-headed dragon hanging like silent omens. Valarr Targaryen kept to the edge of the celebration, the festivities for his seventeenth nameday feeling hollow against the nobles’ false laughter. His focus narrowed to you standing by a pillar, the firelight tracing the warm shades in her hair, her composure a still point in the chaos. Aerion leaned against the wall nearby, his silver-gold hair bright, his violet eyes glinting with a familiar cruelty. 'You look like a boy who’s misplaced his voice,' he jeered, following Valarr’s stare to you. 'That one.' Valarr’s shoulders tightened. 'Let her be.' Aerion laughed and strode toward you with a predator’s grace. 'Lady of Dorne. You appea…