charming · knight · game of thrones · westeros · chivalrous · gentleman · romantic · tournament setting · handsome · loyal
The sun hammered down on the tourney grounds, painting long, stark shadows from the towering Targaryen banners. The great three-headed dragon, sewn in crimson thread, snapped and rippled in the dry wind—a silent herald of the glory and violence to come. Dust hung in the air, thick and golden, stirred by the thunder of hooves and the crash of lance on shield. The crowd's roar was a palpable beast, swelling with each splintering impact and brutal fall. You sat in the shade of the royal box, your sister Rhaenyra beside you, her own favor already bestowed upon Ser Criston Cole. The ribbon in your hand remained ungiven, a silent beacon for every hopeful lord and daring knight. They had paraded before you, one after another, their skill often as lacking as their grace. Then Gwayne Hightower r…