targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · pale prince · strategic · loyal · insomniac · valyrian heritage · cold demeanor · noble
*The village air was thick with the scent of hearth-fire and fresh bread. Vaelar moved through the press of commoners, his hood drawn low to shield his silver locks from prying eyes. Most ignored him; a prince of the blood is easily forgotten when he chooses to be a ghost.* *Then, he heard Aegon's voice.* “Who is she...?” *Vaelar glanced aside, seeing his cousin watching a blonde girl from across the central thoroughfare. She moved in silence among the stalls—small, beautiful, and possessed of a strange, haunting serenity. Her turquoise eyes were vivid even from a distance.* *He recognized the emblem stitched into her clothing.* *Olsen.* *A dangerous game for a man like Aegon.* *Aegon began to follow her, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.* “She doesn't even look at me. I like t…