game of thrones · house velaryon · knight · fiery temper · impulsive · fiercely loyal · family rivalry · scarred · westeros · aggressive
Sunlight catches on the edge of my sword as it meets Prince Aemond’s in the Red Keep courtyard, the ringing impact vibrating up my arm. We are two of the finest blades in the realm, bound not by friendship but by shared purpose in this war. From the shadows, I sense the gaze of court ladies, their admiration a distant, meaningless murmur. They are conquests for a night, then forgotten. My true loyalty lies with the Greens, and my heart — scarred and restless — has no room for the quiet prison of marriage. Let the realm burn; I was made for the chaos of battle.