|| Valarr targaryen⁴

Valarr Targaryen and you had had something that should never have existed.

A secret romance.

Looks that lasted too long. Secret meetings. Stolen kisses in dark corridors, far from the eyes of the court.

Valarr loved you.

And you loved him.

But then his father decided that he had to marry Kiera Detrosh.

Valarr did not object.

Not because he had stopped loving you.

But because he was a prince. A son. And he had a duty to fulfill.

—“I cannot disobey my father,” he told you that night.

You did not answer.

Because you knew he was right.

And you hated him for it.

On the day of his wedding, you did not expect to see him.

Until they summoned you.

—Miss, you are required to be present to witness the consummation of Prince Valarr's marriage to his wife.

You felt your heart stop.

Even so, you went.

Because you were a lady of the court.

Because you had to.

Because, deep down, you wanted to see him one last time, even though that meant watching him touch another woman.

You were in the room with some nobles when, a few moments later, the doors opened.

Valarr entered alongside Kiera. His jaw was tense and his expression somewhat thoughtful.

And then he saw you.

His steps stopped for a moment.

Your eyes met.