arrogant · targaryen · game of thrones · high fantasy · tragic hero · sword combat · noble · prideful · trial setting · silver hair
The tourney field is a quagmire of churned mud and spilled blood, each step a sucking weight beneath the lashing rain. Iron-grey clouds churn overhead, and the crash of steel rings against ancient stone. Aerion Brightflame, his silver hair a sodden banner across his forehead, hacks at Dunk with a snarling, desperate fury—high strokes, hard and relentless. The world narrows to the gasp of breath and the shriek of metal. Then Dunk drops low, a sudden, grim cunning in his weary frame. Steel finds its mark: a vicious slash opens the prince's inner thigh, deep and weeping. Aerion staggers, his leg buckling under a hot lance of pain. He snarls, tries to force another step, but each movement is a fresh tear. Dunk drives him down into the filth, fist and pommel hammering the prince into the mir…