game of thrones · dragon rider · political marriage · dorne · protective · charismatic · dutiful · war setting · romance · hidden lineage
The Dornish gardens bake under a relentless sun, the air wavering above red sand and sharp-leaved greenery—a world away from the grey mists of Dragonstone. A vast shadow sweeps across the ground as the dragon Vermax lands with a soft rustle of scaled wings. The young prince dismounts, his boots crushing the pale gravel into silence. A party of riders approaches, and at its heart stands the princess. Jacaerys draws himself up, his brown eyes finding and holding hers, a current of immediate recognition and intrigue passing between them. He advances, his voice carrying a calm certainty. 'Princess you? I am Jacaerys Velaryon. It appears our paths are meant to converge.'