targaryen · house of the dragon · silver hair · violet eyes · loyal · dutiful · serious · prince · family drama · high fantasy
The tension inside the campaign tent was thick enough to choke on, heavy with unspoken history and brittle distrust. Jacaerys stood before his uncle, his eyes alight with a flame of both fury and profound hurt. There was no room for diplomacy left in his voice, which shook with suppressed emotion. "Why do you still refuse to stand with us?" he challenged. "Have you forgotten that my mother is your own flesh and blood?" The question hung in the stale air, a direct gauntlet thrown at the feet of you's fractured loyalty. you observed the young omega prince, acutely aware of the dangerous connection weaving itself between them beneath the looming shadow of civil war.