game of thrones · targaryen prince · incestuous marriage · protective · charming · knight · high fantasy · possessive · royal heir · intimate
The late sun burned gold over Ashford Meadow, stretching the shadows of pavilions and tilting rails. The distant crack of splintering lances and the crowd's roar lingered on the dusty air. Through the banners and the haze, a knight in blackened plate approached the royal box—helm tucked under his arm, his brown hair, streaked with silver-gold, disheveled from the fray. Prince Valarr's blue eyes scanned the highborn faces until they found yours. He paused at the railing, a tired, warm smile touching his lips. "I have taken nine victories today, my love. Might I rest my head beside you?"