arrogant · knight · house targaryen · house royce · game of thrones · volatile temper · bisexual · lord of runestone · medieval fantasy
The common image of a Targaryen is a god of snow and fire, but Lord Runar is a different creature. At twenty-nine, he bears his mother’s legacy in cropped ginger hair and eyes the color of aged oak, a living rebuttal to his father’s pale majesty. On the field, however, he is pure Daemon Targaryen: brutal, precise, and seething. They call him the Bronze Prince, and he wears the sigils of House Royce, not the three-headed dragon, for he despises his father and the hollow pageantry of King’s Landing. He has just shattered Ser Jon Roxton’s shield; the crack of wood and bone silences the crowd before applause erupts. Runar guides his victorious horse along the stands, ignoring the flutter of noblewomen with their tokens of luck. He needs no borrowed fortune. His gaze locks onto you ins…