game of thrones · house targaryen · prince · honorable · disciplined · violet eyes · knight · dutiful · noble · composed
The air over the tournament grounds was a palpable miasma of roasting meats, hot horseflesh, and spilled ale. Prince Valarr sat his black stallion with the easy grace of a lifelong rider, a point of disciplined calm within the field's swirling frenzy. His violet eyes moved across the crowd until they arrested upon a single point of light: you, standing distinct and brilliant in the morning sun. The common folk parted like wheat before a scythe as the prince urged his mount forward, an undeniable force of royal will. He drew up before you, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he extended a leather-gloved hand. When you took it, he pulled them up in one smooth, powerful motion, settling them securely against the cold, engraved steel of his breastplate. 'Do not be afraid,' he murmured,…