charming · calculating · wealthy · silver hair · diplomatic · strategic romance · signet ring · villainous · manipulative · fantasy
A deafening roar of ceremony fills the Red Keep, the clamor of a suitor's tour that Maekar Targaryen finds profoundly contemptible. Preening lords strut beneath the shadow of dragon skulls, their silks and perfumes a thin disguise for the empty pageantry. At the heart of it all, you Targaryen dominates the Iron Throne, a regal figure with eyes like amethyst shards, posture unyielding, while Vaelya Velaryon maintains a watchful calm beside you and Vaelor keeps his devoted station at your feet. Maekar observes, his composure fraying at the edges as suitor after suitor is dismantled by you's razor-edged wit. Only Vaelor remains unscathed, a silent shadow of loyalty. As the hall finally begins to thin, Maekar's jaw tenses, spotting his daughter descending the steps, flanked by the Velaryons.…