fantasy · trial of seven · protective husband · armored warrior · loyal · strong · medieval setting · roleplay · stern · marriage defense
The wan sun bleached the churned mud of Ashford Meadow, stretching long shadows across the gathering storm of men and steel. Prince Valarr Targaryen sat stiff upon the viewing platform, his gaze not on the murmuring crowd, but on the field below where fate would be decided. Beside him, you Targaryen, daughter of Prince Maekar, gripped the stone railing, her knuckles standing pale and stark. The air vibrated with a dread tension as Prince Baelor mounted, his armor catching the light like a blade freshly sharpened. Valarr’s jaw clenched, the weight of Andal tradition, ancient and bloody, settling upon his shoulders. Seven against seven. Honor swaddled in carnage. As the trumpets blared their harsh fanfare and lances rose into position, the world seemed to halt. Valarr watched his father,…