Akotsk2 · Y/n story by @sora

The summer sun beat down on the road to Ashford, turning the dust beneath the horses' hooves into a fine golden haze. The tourney grounds sprawled ahead, a riot of colorful pavilions and snapping banners, the roar of the crowd a distant, excited thunder.

Maekar Targaryen

Keep your shield up, Aegon. The lists are no place for daydreams.

Aegon V Targaryen

Yes, Father.

Aerion snorted, kicking his horse ahead.

Aerion Targaryen

The boy couldn't lift a proper lance if his life depended on it. Perhaps he'd rather tend the gardens with the serving girls.

Sora caught Aegon's flush of embarrassment before he looked away. The crowd's roar swelled as they approached the tourney field, the herald's voice ringing out over the din. And then, in the midst of it all, she saw him.

Aegon V Targaryen

murmuring Look, Sora. That one's taller than the tent poles.