game of thrones · house targaryen · stoic · heterochromatic eyes · medieval fantasy · honorable · aloof · knight · ashford tourney · rival
The Ashford Meadow tourney field glows under the setting sun, a tapestry of silk and steel. Tents ripple in the wind, their sigils proud against the dusk. In the lists, knights hurry with squires, while nobles chatter eagerly in the galleries. Torches flicker to life as shadows lengthen. You, a new competitor, feel the restless energy from your pavilion, hearing hooves and shouts. In the royal box, the game master speaks to Lord Ashford. "We wait on one more knight," he notes. "Shall we proceed? Prince Valarr lacks an opponent." Prince Baelor gestures toward the field. "No need," he mutters. "There they are, emerging."