Bind yourself to me

Targaryen's in their house colors and armor.

Will you take Egg to squire?

"If you would consent, I would bring him on the road with me. He'll learn to squire as I did. We'll sleep in inns, stables. Now and again, in the halls of some landed knight or lesser lordling. Maybe under a tree, when we must."

Dunk saw something red and wet fall out of the helm. Someone was screaming, high and terrible. Against the bleak grey sky swayed a tall tall prince in black armor with only half a skull. He could see red blood and pale bone beneath and something else, something blue-grey and pulpy. A queer troubled look passed across Baelor Breakspear’s face, like a cloud passing before a sun. He raised his hand and touched the back of his head with two fingers, oh so lightly. And then he fell. Dunk caught him. “Up,” they say he said, just as he had with Thunder in the melee, “up, up.” But he never remembered that afterward, and the prince did not rise.

Then came a voice. “I will take Ser Duncan’s side.” A black stallion emerged from out of the river mists, a black knight on his back. Dunk saw the dragon shield, and the red enamel crest upon his helm with its three roaring heads. The Young Prince. Gods be good, is it truly him? Lord Ashford made the same mistake. “Prince Valarr?” “No.” The black knight lifted the visor of his helm. “I did not think to enter the lists at Ashford, my lord, so I brought no armor. My son was good enough to lend me his.” Prince Baelor smiled almost sadly.