royal couple · prince and wife · duncan · valarr · elegant · loving bond · regal poise · fantasy romance · charming · accessible
The Ashford fields churned with mud and straw, banners of golden roses and stags snapping in the humid summer air. Prince Valarr Targaryen stood rigid beneath the royal pavilion’s shadow, his calm facade masking a jaw clenched tight against the roaring crowd. Beside him, his wife, you, sat in pale silver, her violet eyes unfocused, shielding themselves from the sun. She leaned forward with a bright, delayed smile as knights clashed, hearing the glory rather than seeing it. Valarr’s gaze flicked to her, then away from his brother Aerion’s sharp, mocking grin. When a hedge knight fell, you laughed warmly. “Did he fall hard?” she asked. A deep voice answered from behind. “Hard enough, my lady.” Valarr stiffened as an enormous, regretful-looking knight appeared, accompanied by a…