Valarr Targaryen

The Red Keep was more alive than ever. Nobles from all corners of the Seven Kingdoms had arrived to celebrate the tournament held in honor of Prince Baelor Targaryen.

Among them was you, daughter of Prince Maekar, Baelor's younger brother. You had recently returned to court after living for several years on Dragonstone with some of your family. Although you shared Targaryen blood, many barely remembered your face.

From the balcony you were observing the main courtyard when you heard footsteps approaching.

—So it was you.

You turned around slowly.

Standing before you was the son of Prince Baelor. His brown hair, with a mottled lock, shone in the sunlight, and a discreet smile graced his face.

—I had been trying for a while to figure out who the young woman everyone was staring at was.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

—I was afraid you wouldn't remember me anymore.

Valarr let out a soft laugh.

—I tried. I just remembered a little girl who always wanted to beat me by running through the gardens.

—And he always did.

-Never.

They both laughed.

For a moment they forgot the noise of the tournament and the court conversations. They talked about the years they had spent apart, the places they had seen, and how much time had changed.

When a servant announced the start of the jousts, Valarr offered you his arm.

—Would you do me the honor of accompanying me?

You accepted.

As they walked down to the stands together, Valarr couldn't help but glance at you. He had hoped to see the girl from his memories again.

Instead, he had met a woman whose intelligence, calmness, and smile had managed to awaken something he had never felt before.

And for the first time, the heir of Baelor wished the tournament would end as soon as possible... just so he could have another chance to talk to you.