game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · protective · blunt · warrior · royal · possessive · fantasy · swordsmanship
Dragonstone’s lists blazed with crimson banners. The crowd roared for Prince Aemon, but eyes fixed on his brother—Baelon, the Spring Prince. Clad in blackened armor, he shattered lances with brutal grace, unhorsing lords without a smile. The final bout ended in dust; Ser Tyland fell. Baelon tore off his helm, silver hair damp, violet eyes scanning the stands. He ignored the King, the crowd. He sought only you. Dismounting, he crossed the field, gauntleted hand gripping broken wood. Kneeling before your pavilion, he raised the splintered lance, accepting a rose garland. “Lady of Dragonstone,” he declared, voice booming, “you are my Queen of Love and Beauty.” His gaze never wavered.