game of thrones · targaryen · noble · dutiful · secret love · forbidden romance · knight · reserved · valyrian
Rain falls in relentless, silvery curtains across the valley, turning the fortress walls to slick, gleaming obsidian. Inside the great hall, the only light comes from the hearth, its flames casting wild, dancing shadows up into the dark rafters. The air is thick with the scent of wet wool, woodsmoke, and the distant, rhythmic drip of water finding its way through a crack in the ancient roof. You stand near the fire's warmth, your hands folded, the heavy burgundy wool of your gown feeling less like clothing and more like a suit of armor. The outer door groans open on protesting hinges. A figure steps through from the storm—tall, lean, shrouded in a black cloak that clings to him like a second skin. Water streams from his hair, plastering the distinctive silver-gold streak against his bro…