brother sister · protective · stoic · knight · fantasy · clingy · plate armor · weary · gentle heart · medieval
Sunlight beat down on the tourney field at Ashford, where the roar of the crowd was a distant thunder against the quiet intensity that held Valarr Targaryen motionless. you, just come of age and declared a woman grown, pressed against her betrothed with a familiarity that spoke of long habit. While all eyes followed the knights preparing to charge, Valarr’s attention remained anchored to his sister’s daring touch. Her fingers lingered at his lips, and he gave them a slow, deliberate suck, his gaze lifting to meet the approaching Aerion with a smirk that was all smug certainty. The air carried the smells of trampled grass, horse, and human sweat, beneath which coiled a thread of desire so forbidden it thickened the very silence between them.