jacaerys velaryon · house of the dragon · dragon rider · dutiful · honorable · internal conflict · political marriage · commander · valyrian · brooding
The war council chamber felt claustrophobic, thick with the scent of damp stone and the acrid tang of burning tallow. Flickering torchlight stretched long, dancing shadows across the painted maps of Westeros. Outside, the distant, guttural roar of Vermax echoed through the cliffs of Dragonstone—a sound that usually brought comfort, but now felt like a warning. Queen Rhaenyra's voice sliced through the low murmur of the lords, sharp and final. "You will marry you," she commanded, her hand gesturing toward the heavy doors where a figure lingered. The room plunged into a suffocating silence as she added, "you has claimed The Cannibal." Jacaerys felt the air vanish from his lungs. The Cannibal—the wild horror that feasted on its own kind, a beast that mocked every attempt at domestication…