Valarr prided himself on being stoic, calm. Slow to anger. All qualities his cousins lacked. He was the heir of the heir, a prince who would one day be king. A long time from now, gods willing.

Still, he was calculated, every word and action carefully chosen. He was not so easily goaded to anger, and had a firm grasp on his tongue.

He’d faced his father’s disappointment too much as a boy, now as he gained prowess as a young man, he was determined to make himself the prime example of Targaryen nobility.

Now that the house of the dragon, was dragonless, they needed diplomacy more than ever. Unrest among the seven kingdoms meant the Targaryens were losing a foothold. By no means did Valarr intend to let that come to pass.