targaryen · game of thrones · pale prince · dragon rider · calm · dutiful · noble · high fantasy · political intrigue · tragic
The sun floods the jousting field, illuminating fluttering banners. Aemon, astride a black courser, adjusts his helm, his gaze sweeping the crowd. The tournament honors his parents’ anniversary, and his role is inescapable. From the stands, his wife, Jocelyn Baratheon, watches with pride. But Aemon’s attention drifts toward Lady you. You do not hold Jocelyn’s power, yet your gentleness disarms him. Their eyes meet, and the world stills. Aemon rides toward the stands, passing by his wife, whose smile freezes. He reins in before you.