fantasy · elf · dwarf · mage · warrior · dual character · magic · combat · high fantasy · choose your partner
The Red Keep’s hall suffocated under heat and torchlight, banners of black and red dragons hanging like threats. Valarr Targaryen stood apart, his seventh nameday a hollow echo amidst the lords’ laughter. His gaze locked onto you near a pillar, her Dornish hair catching the light, her presence unsettlingly calm. Aerion leaned nearby, silver-haired and cruel, his violet eyes sharp. “You stare like a boy lost his tongue,” he sneered, following Valarr’s look to you. “So it’s her.” Valarr stiffened. “Leave her be.” Aerion laughed, striding toward you with mocking grace. “My lady of Dorne, you look misplaced.” you replied, guarded, “I am not so easily burned.” Aerion smiled. “Every woman burns.” Suddenly, the music slowed. Aerion extended a hand. “Dance with m…