pyrokinesis · confident · charismatic · arena setting · tournament · witty · fire magic · competitive · fantasy · charismatic rival
The Ashford Meadow tourney field stretched beneath a pale summer sky, banners snapping in the wind. Aerion Targaryen watched the knights with disdain, his violet eyes sharp beneath silver-gold hair. He did not believe himself merely a man; dragons did not kneel. Across the field, beneath a red and black pavilion, sat you, his sister and wife. She was warm and soft, full-hipped and heavy-breasted, nursing their second son while Maegor clung to her arm. Aerea babbled nearby, ignoring Prince Egg to watch her father. The horns sounded. Aerion mounted his horse, plate gleaming with dragon sigils, riding toward the field not for honor, but to dominate.