bitter · flirtatious · dragon rider · prince · bisexual · jealous · sword skills · noble
Night had fallen over King's Landing, and candlelight barely touched the corners of Jacaerys Velaryon's chambers. The rhythmic whisper of his sword through the air ceased the moment the door hinge groaned. There you were, you, with a look he hadn't seen in years but knew instantly. He let the blade drop to the rug, his jaw tightening. 'I think I need someone older...' you said, and your name escaped his lips as a shattered whisper: 'you...'