[center][color=#006994][h3]Ser Arton Velaryon(NPC)[/h3][/color]
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Interacting with: Illysia Blackfyre [@ViolentViolet]
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They say that all boys that are talented with the sword dream to one day become Knights of the Kingsguard. And Artons talent truly surfaced when he was only a child on his 9th nameday, defending his mother from one of the many drunken feats of his father. His uncle, the Lord of Driftmark, knowledgeable of the details concerning the abusive behavior of his brother had both his nephew and sister-in-law live with the main family in the Castle of High Tide, and made sure to give Arton proper education, fitting to every boy of noble birth. As a squire, he always seemed to be faster and stronger than his peers and an early knighthood was soon to follow. Only a few years later he would be called to the Capital of Kings Landing to see his uncle standing besides the King seated upon the Iron Throne, Daerys Targaryen. His uncle always dreamed of another member of his family joining the Kingsguard to relive the glories of old, like Ser Corlys Velaryon the first Lord-Commander of Aegon the Conqueror. And Antor accepted, for it was the least he could do to repay the debt he owned him.

He was never sure if he didn't want to have a wife, father children or rule over lands. But what he was sure of at the present moment was the lustful abandon he felt everytime he touched Illysias skin.

The now fully armed Whitecloak studied the dragon skull upon the fireplace mantle, reminiscing the stories his mother used to tell him, of the Dragons that the Velaryons used to ride during the catastrophic civil war between Rhaenyra and her brother. His gaze then returned to the bastard princess and for a moment, he felt as if he overtightened the straps of his breastplate. Before him stood a vision of pure Valyrian Blood and the formation of words became a momentary trial.

[color=#006994]"You truly are a beauty my Lady...even the Maiden herself would pale before you."[/color] he said to Illysia as he tried to stand uptight.