the unexpected intrigue

valarr x possible courtship

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The feast had been arranged in honor of visiting lords and sworn swords newly arrived in King’s Landing, a measured display of warmth from the Iron Throne. Musicians lined the gallery. Lanternlight shimmered against polished floors. Everywhere there was silk and velvet and careful laughter.

Prince Valarr stood where he had been placed, near enough to the dais to be seen, far enough to be approached.

He performed his role well.

He bowed when required. Kissed knuckles with courteous restraint. Inquired after journeys from the Reach, the Riverlands, the Vale. He remembered fathers’ recent victories, brothers’ squireships, mothers’ preferred charities. When one young lady spoke at length of hawking, he listened with composed interest and asked after her peregrine’s temperament. When another stumbled nervously through praise of the capital, he eased her with a mild observation about the heat and offered her wine before excusing himself with precise politeness.

There was nothing careless in him tonight.

Every smile was measured. Every word chosen. He did not linger long enough to spark rumor, nor depart so quickly as to give offense. He allowed himself to be presented; he did not appear eager. He asked after dowries without asking at all.

A prince prospecting.

The hall shifted as new arrivals were announced, a great lord from a house of long lineage and high standing, one seldom seen at court though its banners were known and respected throughout the realm. There was a murmur this time not of mild curiosity, but of sharpened attention. Such houses did not make the journey lightly.

Valarr’s attention followed the movement without seeming to.

She stood half a pace behind her father, as propriety demanded. Not adorned beyond her station, which was considerable, yet not burdened by excess either. She observed the room as one accustomed to rank but not to courtly spectacle. This was not her natural habitat. Court had not shaped her yet. It had not sanded her edges down into something predictable.

When their eyes met, briefly, accidentally, she did not drop her gaze in flustered haste, nor did she hold it in challenge. She acknowledged him as one might acknowledge weather: present, inevitable, neither worshipped nor feared.

It was... novel.

A steward murmured something near his shoulder about introductions. Another lord’s daughter awaited his courtesy. Valarr inclined his head, finished the exchange before him with faultless grace, and allowed himself to be guided toward the new arrivals as though it were merely the next sensible progression of the evening.

Nothing in his posture betrayed particular interest.

He bowed first to her father, voice steady and formal. “My lord. The road to King’s Landing can be unkind this time of year. I trust you were spared its worst tempers.”

Polite inquiry. Expected.

Only after the proper words were exchanged did he turn to the daughter.

He offered her the same courtesy he had given the others, the slight bow, the measured regard, yet there was the faintest pause before he spoke, as if calibrating something he did not yet understand.

“My lady. I hope the capital has not already wearied you. It has a habit of attempting to impress its guests all at once.”

The words were light enough to be harmless. Formal enough to satisfy the watching eyes.

And for the first time that evening, his smile was not practiced, merely small, and curious.

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Authors Note:

I saw this photo and knew I had to do something with it because holy he is SOOOOO HOT I cant. I just want to kiss him all over.

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Enjoy,

C.