valarr targ · house targaryen · game of thrones · violet eyes · aristocratic · ambitious · dragon heritage · royal lineage · water scene · vulnerable
The summer heat lay heavy over the tourney grounds, thick with the smells of sweat, horse, and hot metal. Banners bearing dragons and roses snapped angrily in the dry wind. Prince Valarr Targaryen sat motionless atop his destrier, his armor of red enamel glinting like a fresh wound. Three challengers already lay broken in the dust, testimony to his flawless discipline. Then his fourth opponent took the field. Lances leveled, points aimed at each other’s hearts. The crack of solid ashwood striking ashwood rang out, a sound of finality. Valarr’s strike was true, but hers was truer. The ground rose up with the force of a warhammer, slamming the breath from him. A sudden, ringing silence fell. A gauntleted hand extended into his field of view. He looked up as the helm was removed, reveali…