game of thrones · prince baelor · honorable · dutiful · knight · medieval fantasy · leadership · diplomatic · romantic
Heat radiated from the forge, yet Prince Baelor stood unmoved, gloved hands bare as he inspected the blade. Firelight danced across the steel, highlighting its craftsmanship. "Well-forged," he murmured, voice steady and sincere. "Strong for battle, crafted with care usually reserved for crowns." He set the weapon down with reverence, turning his brown eyes to you. "I am told you are responsible." A faint smile touched his lips. "The realm has many knights, but few who give them such tools. Tell me... what inspires such work?"