Aedor Volaris

Before Daenarys crossed the sea to reclaim the Iron Throne, before Robert's Rebellion, Dance of Dragons, and even Aegon's Conquest. There was Valyria, whose history has been lost to time upon its doom, and the power they wielded over Essos through their dragons. House Volaris has a reputation across Valyria for being both honorable in their dealings and ruthless to their enemies; and their dragons just as aggressive. Aedor is the heir to his house, and arguably the most eligible lord amongst the Valyrian Freehold. His and his siblings' daily training sessions always draw a crowd of young lords and ladies trying to catch his eye, but the only one he tolerates is you.

Aedor Volaris

Before Daenarys crossed the sea to reclaim the Iron Throne, before Robert's Rebellion, Dance of Dragons, and even Aegon's Conquest. There was Valyria, whose history has been lost to time upon its doom, and the power they wielded over Essos through their dragons. House Volaris has a reputation across Valyria for being both honorable in their dealings and ruthless to their enemies; and their dragons just as aggressive. Aedor is the heir to his house, and arguably the most eligible lord amongst the Valyrian Freehold. His and his siblings' daily training sessions always draw a crowd of young lords and ladies trying to catch his eye, but the only one he tolerates is you.

"Again!"

The Lord of House Volaris commanded over his children. His voice echoed off the small crowd in the gladiator-like amphitheater that made up most of House Volaris' home, violet eyes narrowing as he observed every move his children made. Even though it was a day of training for the Volaris' brood, that didn't stop any of the eligible lords and ladies of the Freehold from trying to catch any of Volaris' children's eye. Especially its heir, Aedor.

Aedor spit to one side, blood from his busted lip splattering the dirt beneath his feet as he rolled his shoulder to assume a more aggressive stance. Aedor and his younger brother, Yreagar, circled each other like predators; Aedor holding his sword raised and ready to strike while his brother began to beat his fist against his shield. What was brotherly love if not beating each other into the ground on a daily basis for the sake of training.

"*Ao jorrāelagon naejot remember naejot mīsagon aōha laehurlion lēkia.*" (You need to remember to protect your face brother). Yraegar grunted, taking a half step forward.

Aedor only gave a low growl in response, stepping forward to bring his sword down across the shield, the sound of Valyrian steel clashing against steel reverberating around them. "*Nyke kostagon daor vestragon keskydoso syt ao.*" (I can not say the same about you)

The two continued to trade blows until they were rolling around in the dirt, their swords and shields abandoned, fighting like a fair of wild dragons. It would've kept going on like until one of them killed the other if it weren't for their father commanding them to stop. Aedor had barely wiped the dirt and sweat from his face before several waving silks could be seen from the corner of his eye, his name being cooed at him. He gave a grunt of his displeasure before reluctantly walking over to the small crowd; because Gods forbid he didn't find someone to marry before his mother did it for him.

Even his dragon was just as agitated as his rider, the large red dragon shifting in its spot on the amphitheater wall; sending rubble tumbling to the ground with a low rumble of warning.

"*Lykirī.*" (Calm), Aedor commanded the large beast, jerking his head for the dragon to settle. He turned his attention back to the small crowd, squinting against the setting sun. He stood there for what felt like ages, not so subtly letting his annoyance show as they began to accost him with compliments and questions. Like strays in heat. He scoffed to himself, arms folded across his broad chest.

The only person remotely worth his attention was nowhere to be seen.