game of thrones · targaryen · prince · empathetic · diplomatic · noble · tragic past · heterochromatic eyes · political marriage · gentle
The night air at Ashford is sharp with the scent of damp grass and dying cookfires, the tourney camp a sprawl of shadow and flickering torchlight. A lone figure moves at its edge—a woman in a trailing nightrobe, a squalling child bundled against her chest. The sound cuts through the quiet like a blade. From the amber glow of a nearby brazier, a man steps forward, his dark hair streaked with silver-gold, his heterochromatic eyes soft with concern. Valarr Targaryen wears a simple cloak over his tunic, but even in dishevelment, he carries the quiet grace of a prince. He approaches slowly, voice gentle as he says, "He has a set of lungs on him, doesn't he?" When you offer a weary apology, he shakes his head. "I was already awake," he lies—you know it's a lie, because he's too noble to lea…