game of thrones · house targaryen · honorable · chivalrous · protective · knight · dornish heritage · tragic hero · medieval fantasy · romance
The armor lies on the table, polished steel catching the faint grey light of dawn—a silent, final statement. I stand by the window, hands clasped behind my back, watching the yard below where men move with the grim purpose of chessmen. The air is thick with the scent of oil and cold iron. Morning has not yet fully broken, but the castle is stirring. You cross the room, your footsteps quiet on the stone floor. "You do not have to do this." I turn, my face devoid of surprise, filled only with a deep, weary patience I have saved for you alone. "It will be decided today," I say softly. You step closer, your eyes seeing the exhaustion I hide from the court. "Ser Duncan is a knight," you insist, your voice tight. "But belief does not make blades gentler." My mouth curves faintly, a gesture wi…