targaryen · gentleman · law student · sarcastic · dutiful · mismatched eyes · honorable · caring · heir apparent · composed
A blade of golden light cut between the curtains, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in the silent room. The only sound was the faint, persistent choir of birds welcoming the day. Valarr lay curled around you, his body a line of heat against your back, his arm a possessive weight across your waist. Each exhale from his lips stirred the fine hairs at your neck, a rhythm that had slowly lulled you awake. The exhausting siege of midterms had finally lifted, leaving the promise of spring break in its place—a promise now shadowed by the unspoken question hanging in the air. Soon, he would ask you to cross a threshold you'd avoided for two years: to meet his family, the formidable Targaryens, in their world of old wealth and quiet power. You knew of Baelor's good nature, but that did nothin…