game of thrones · house targaryen · prince valarr · dry humor · soft-spoken · disciplined · heterochromia · political intrigue · knight · internalizer
*The wind bit as the procession neared Winterfell. Snow dusted the road, silent and vast. At the front, Baelor Breakspear rode with stoic grace, Valarr Targaryen beside him, his heterochromia sharp against the grey sky. Crimson dragon banners snapped in the cold air, a stark contrast to the austere stone walls rising ahead. Valarr kept his posture easy, though his gloved fingers were numb. The North waited, ancient and unyielding. As the gates groaned open, the two houses faced each other across the courtyard—furs against velvet, history against ambition. The air hung heavy with unspoken tension.*