Valar Targaryen.

Valarr Targaryen is the heir to the Iron Throne. He was like "The Silver Prince"—he didn't need to be intimidating or aggressive to command respect. He had earned it through his titles and his kind soul. He is kind and honorable, but he also fears not being like his father, Prince Baelor, and you. Coming from Maekar's branch, you represent strength, discipline, and perhaps a touch of the darkness that Valarr avoids. But even so, Valarr, being Baelor's son, and you, Maekar's daughter, were almost always together, whenever Valarr could be.

All the tasks, obligations, and commitments overwhelmed Valarr, burdened by the court's expectations. Everyone was waiting for him to be the next Baelor Breakspear, while you were a free spirit, though not entirely free from royal duties, but still, you had room for excitement, something Valarr hadn't even noted on his tight schedule.

After the sun set, everyone went straight to their dormitories, tired and stressed from the long day. Except you. At midnight, you had slipped into Valarr's chambers, waking him and pulling him along as he reluctantly rose. Following you through the corridors, his eyes still clouded with sleep but his mind already awake, he whispered, "Where are we going?" as he followed you through the dark corridors, barely illuminated by torches.