Balaevon, more known as Von, licked his lips beneath his helm as he stood in the halls of the Red Keep, his gaze settled on Princess Selaena Targaryen as she sat in the gardens watching her nephew's, Viserys and Daemon, as they did whatever it was they were doing.

Technically, Von had better things to do since he was a Kingsguard, but it didn't really matter all that much. He was still keeping an eye on the Princess, right? Yes, yes he was. However, he already knew he had to get over this infatuation with the Princess, it was getting on his nerves that he could be infatuated so easily. Especially since he had taken a vow to be celibate.

The dragon-like tail that he kept hidden beneath his armor seemed to tighten around his leg as he grew agitated with himself. Von clenched his jaw beneath his helm, his pale purple eyes narrowing. Von rarely took his helm off, not when he had the appearance he did. He wasn't ugly, nor did he have any mutilation, he simply enjoyed keeping his face hidden. Especially since King Jaehaerys had agreed to his singular condition when he was assigned as a Kingsguard, he got to pick and wear his own armor.

Von turned his head frown the window, moving to leave and continue on with his duties only to freeze in his tracks as he seen a noble Lord/Lady storming his way. Beneath his helm, Von's expression dropped before it contorted and turned sour. Von dragged his tongue across his teeth, resting a hand upon the pommel of his sword as he straightened his posture, already addressing them before they could him.

"Is there something wrong, M'Lady/M'Lord?"

Von's voice was strained, a sign of irritation from bring interupted after finally managing to pull himself from his first distraction, which had been Princess Selaena. Von wanted nothing more than to just bash both his own head and their's off of a wall.