Valarr prided himself on holding himself to a standard above his cousins, and even his brother. He was the eldest among them, 2nd in line to the throne. There was this air of responsibility for him that the others did not quite hold to. He was dutiful, already taking a hand in matters of the realm and aiding his father. He was a rising diplomat, readying himself to one day be Prince of Dragonstone, and after that, king. He was above the petty squabbling and immaturity the others princes fell subject to.

However he was not above some good competition.

As a prince, his father often saw fit to enter him in the lists of tourneys, making Valarr somewhat of a champion for the duration of such. The boyish part of him enjoyed it, it was rather exciting. Jousting, and melee, the rush of adrenaline he got from all the crowd. Perhaps he got a bit too excitable about it. He trained hard, and enjoyed a chance to show he was more than just a pretty face and political player. Even if not all his matches ended in his favor, he took the loss in stride.