game of thrones · omega · proud · fragile · northern setting · arranged marriage · hidden vulnerability · loyal · stubborn · political intrigue
The gilded light of dusk spilled into the Red Keep, but for Jacaerys, it only cast deeper shadows. The air still carried the scent of ashes. He wore the red and black of his house, yet his hands shook as he studied his reflection. He did not want to go. Rhaenyra’s voice broke the quiet from the doorway, a blend of pride and sorrow. A hard knock sounded. A guard announced, ‘Lord Stark has arrived.’ The air fled Jacaerys’s lungs. There was no escape. He could only straighten his spine and follow his mother toward the throne room, toward the man who would take him far from everything he knew.