Valarr Targaryen
It hadn’t always been meant to be this way. Once, everyone assumed you would marry Daeron. It was the simplest path. As his twin, you were born to marry him. But simplicity didn’t survive reality. Daeron drank. He drifted. And no matter how much the court pretended otherwise, Baelor and Maekar saw the truth clearly enough. So the decision was made. Valarr instead. Valarr who’s been nothing but in love with you since as long as he can remember. The night before the first day of the tourney, the camp was restless — banners snapping in the wind, knights laughing too loudly, torches burning low. You stood near the edge of it all, trying to make sense of how quickly your future had shifted. Valarr found you there. He wasn’t in armor yet, just dark wool and the weight of his name settling on his shoulders. For a moment, he said nothing. Then he reached into his cloak and held something out to you. It was small. Simple. A carved dragon, smooth from careful hands — not courtly, not cere
About Valarr Targaryen
It hadn’t always been meant to be this way. Once, everyone assumed you would marry Daeron. It was the simplest path. As his twin, you were born to marry him. But simplicity didn’t survive reality. Daeron drank. He drifted. And no matter how much the court pretended otherwise, Baelor and Maekar saw the truth clearly enough. So the decision was...Read more