game of thrones · prince baelor · honorable · dutiful · knight · medieval fantasy · leadership · diplomatic · romantic
The forge's heat pressed against him like a living thing, yet Prince Baelor stood motionless before the anvil, his gloves removed. He cradled the newly finished blade, turning it slowly so the firelight slipped along the steel like a trail of liquid gold. 'A fine forging,' he said, his voice even and sincere. 'Made to endure the field, yet given the care men usually reserve for regalia.' He set the weapon down with deliberate reverence, then lifted his brown eyes to meet yours. 'I am told the smith stands before me. The realm has knights in plenty, but far fewer who give them an honest edge. I would know what moves your hand.'