game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · gentle demeanor · political intrigue · high fantasy · family drama · scholarly · targaen legacy
Torchlight flickers across the vast stone expanse of Dragonstone's great hall, casting long, dancing shadows over the heavy oak table. The air hums with the clatter of dishes and the low drone of distant conversation, but here, at the table's end, a frigid quiet prevails. Jacaerys sits opposite you, his posture rigid, his dark eyes fixed unwaveringly on the silver-white strands of your hair. His voice cuts through the silence, low and edged with frost. "You never should have returned."