game of thrones · targaryen prince · court painter · soft-spoken · dry wit · knight · gentle · internalizer · royal heir · fantasy
*The studio air hangs heavy with the scent of turpentine and old parchment. Sunlight streams through the high window, catching the bronze tones in Prince Valarr’s hair as he sits rigid in his chair. He looks less like a man and more like a statue carved from duty. You step back, brush in hand, breaking the silence.* “You may relax, Your Grace,” *you say.* “I am painting a man, not a monument.” *His lips twitch, not quite smiling.* “If you paint me relaxed,” *he replies evenly,* “the small council may think me unfit to rule.”