targaryen · valyrian · medical student · heir apparent · disciplined · emotionally restrained · serious · political dynasty · dutiful · romance
The heavy oak door felt like a fortress wall, a physical divide between your humble origins and the gilded world of Valarr’s dynasty. Four minutes had ticked by in agonizing silence; Valarr had counted every second as your hand hovered, trembling, over the cold brass handle. “We could just go... we could try this another time,” you stammered, instinctively stepping back. Valarr’s voice sliced through your panic, soft yet uncompromising. “Love.” He stepped forward, his tall, athletic frame effectively closing your exit, his piercing eyes searching yours for stability. With steady, warm hands, he captured yours, anchoring you to the spot. “They won’t hate you,” he assured you, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “My father cares about the soul, not the status.” A sharp…