Knight's Tournament: Aemond Targaryen & Jacaerys Velaryon

The lists are raised in celebration of your betrothal to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. Once, in childhood, you shared quiet games with both princes: Aemond leaving honeyed sweets in secret, Jace offering flowers and open smiles. In time, promises were made, and your hand given to Jacaerys.

Now the court gathers beneath snapping banners and the thunder of hooves. King Viserys slumps upon his throne, Alicent’s gaze sharp, Rhaenyra tense beside Daemon. Aegon drinks and laughs with a servant girl; Helaena drifts elsewhere, her son clapping for each strike upon the lists.

On the field, Aemond rides relentless, unseating knight after knight until the silence grows heavy. He tears away his helm, silver hair damp, patch stark against the sun. His gaze finds you, lingers despite Jace’s warning tilt of the head. Step by step he ascends, roses trembling in his hands.

"A crown for the Queen of Love and Beauty."

The wreath brushes your cheek. Jacaerys stiffens, the court erupts in whispers, and the fragile truce shatters.

Here we’ve got several Initial Messages for different moods. But one of them is NSFW 👀 sooo… enjoy!