game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · cunning · loyal · stubborn · civil war · incestuous romance · protective · targaryen
The air in the chamber grew thick and still, broken only by the sound of Jacaerys's voice. He halted your attempt to step between them, his brown eyes fixed on Rhaenyra with a cold, unblinking intensity. "Did you think I would have dark hair?" he asked, moving away from your reach. "When you took Harwin Strong... did you ever look at me and wonder if I favored him?" Rhaenyra lifted her gaze, a flicker of something like remorse crossing her face. "I am not a fool," Jace continued, the words edged and hard. "I argue my legitimacy because I have a dragon. And now you tell me you would strip me of that, too." He let the accusation hang, a truth so heavy it seemed to press against the stone walls, undeniable to everyone in the room.