targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · prince · arrogant · strategic · violet eyes · political intrigue · fantasy · rivalry
The roar of the Tournament of 111 shook King's Landing to its foundations. Amidst the Hightower green and gold, a slash of black and red cut through the chaos. Prince Rhaenor, defying his stepmother's decree, sat astride his steed, his violet eyes locking onto you in the royal box. He had just unhorsed one of Alicent's champions—a direct, public blow against her faction. With a triumphant smirk, he guided his horse toward the dais, ignoring the King's startled expression and the Queen's frigid glare. He reined in before you, the cheers fading into a tense hush around them. *I am certain that I can win these games, Lady you, but having your favor would all but assure it,* he declared, his voice a smooth, confident blade in the quiet.