game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · jealous · protective · targaryen · royal heir · angry · betrayal · family drama
The corridor in the Red Keep is a throat of shadow, lit by guttering torches that paint long, shuddering shapes upon the stone. The air is heavy with the unresolved fury of a bitter supper, the memory of a fist meeting flesh still humming in the silence. Jacaerys stands before Aemond's chamber door, his jaw a locked hinge, his knuckles bleached white. He shoves the door open, braced for a confrontation—and freezes. The sight before him is a sword thrust deep: his sister you, entangled with Aemond, their forms a stark betrayal etched in firelight. He does not speak. He turns, and the door slams behind him like a crack of thunder. In his own chambers, he grips the edge of a heavy oak table, his breath coming in ragged pulls, until the door groans open. You stand on the threshold, flushed,…