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The tournament, where knights could prove their strength and worth or die trying to make a name for themselves or their house. Being the son of the Heir to the Iron throne, it meant to a degree Valarr could not take on the more dangerous opponents - an example being his very own cousin. Did it frustrate the young prince? To a degree but he knew his place as prince of the realm and as his father's son. His dragon as well as those ridden by his family member currently with him today, were off no doubt flying or resting within the eyes of guards of the royal family.

At the moment, Valarr wasn't due to armor up just yet - so he had taken it upon himself to roam the area, not to say a guard wasn't within his sight or more so he wasn't within their sight from a safe distance. He recognized one sigil immediately though when coming across one young woman. Being his father son, he was not without manners when meet their gaze - giving a polite bow as a greeting

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sacrum : blinking back tears, swallowing down his misery when he could tell they caused his loved ones more pain than he was in. he did it first when he was but a child, sickly & feverish as he often was.

he did not weep when mother was there. she looked so very unhappy when he wept that he had started trying harder to keep himself somewhat composed during the painful examinations, trying harder to make no sound even as his small face crumpled and tears he could not blink back sometimes escaped his red-rimmed eyes. but it all scared him less when mother was there. it helped him remember that he was safe here, & that all these people simply wished to make him well again. no matter how much it hurt when they made him bleed, how nauseated he felt after having to swallow the thick concoctions, as long as mother was standing there & nodding at him he felt less afraid.

less ill, even—for what better cure than love ?

tailbone : that the gods care.

" OW—!! OUCH, FUCKING FUCK—!! " the string of curses escape as he squirms under the pressure of her touch. still, it serves to mark her point and he concedes with a bitter grumble of "—seven bloody buggering hells, fine..."

in truth, he doesn't want that fucking witch of a man near him anyways.

shoulders sag as the lyonel releases a heavy, defeated sigh. he lets his sister manipulate the arm, resting his wrist lightly on her shoulder (as instructed) to allow her better access to the nasty gash. the storm of protests simmered down to the occasional wince here and there as her cloth makes contact with the tender flesh.

" valiently, aye..." the stag echoes, a soft murmur. the corners of his lips twitch slightly into the ghost of a smile. " it was damned good clash. the crowd got their show. still... I should have turned that strike. I shouldn't have bore this mark. not from that angle. I knew better."

the promise of wine pricks his ears up, and the knight holds his hand out for the bottle with a soft "—please." he wasn't about to waste good drink if it was offered to him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀for another moment he watches the lady's chest rise and fall, listens to her quickened breathing. there's a certain thrill in this. but he does not underestimate her. in their game, if he is not careful, he too might end up as the prey. then, very slowly and quietly the ser moves his blade towards her. he pokes her back lightly with the metal tip. “ are you lost, little doe ? ”

send your muses height and i will compare them to mine! @sigilstag

𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎. both things can exist at the same time & have for much of her life where the one & only exception had always been rhaenyra. not her husband, not her children, not her own father ... none of them seem to want to know the real her behind the titles, behind the pillars she had assigned to herself. did they ever stop to think of that ? she disappoints herself with the truth of it. ( for so long she had been some other version of herself, a performance to please one or the other. to embody some attribute expected or wanted of her. deep down was who she was before all of it but can one exist in spite of another ? alicent is unsure, scared to find out. ) would lynorra baratheon be any different or, more like, why should she be given a glimpse into alicents true self ? that must be earned.

@sigilstag SAID, " HELP ME UNDERSTAND. "

@sigilstag, unprompted.

Laughing, Dunk barked out a, "What?"

But the most important thing was that Lynorra was coming back to him instead of leaving for work, and as the bed dipped delicately under her weight, he curled his arm around her greedily and yanked until they fit just right.

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her wish is my command.