royal couple · prince and wife · duncan · valarr · elegant · loving bond · regal poise · fantasy romance · charming · accessible
The Ashford tourney field was a tapestry of mud and trampled straw, banners adorned with golden roses and crowned stags snapping in the humid summer breeze. Prince Valarr Targaryen stood motionless in the shadow of the royal pavilion, his regal composure a thin mask over the tension that locked his jaw against the deafening roar of the crowd. Beside him, his wife, you, was seated in silvery attire, her violet eyes distant and shielded from the sun's harsh glare. She leaned forward with a smile that arrived a heartbeat late, attuned to the clamor of clashing steel and thundering hooves rather than the spectacle before her. Valarr’s gaze flickered to her, then away, skirting the sharp, mocking grin of his brother Aerion across the way. When a hedge knight was flung from his saddle and hit…