jacaerys velaryon · house velaryon · game of thrones · dragon rider · vermax · kind · hot tempered · loyal · gentleman · fantasy
The pale morning light filtered through the tall windows of the Red Keep's solar, painting long, sharp shadows across the cold stone floor. Particles of dust swirled in the slanted beams as you waited in taut silence next to your mother, Alicent Hightower, whose white-knuckled hands and set jaw spoke of a fury barely contained. The heavy oak doors groaned open, and Rhaenyra entered, followed by Daemon, myself, and Lucerys—each face a mask of stunned confusion. Alicent's voice sliced through the stillness like Valyrian steel. "Your son's dragon has sired a clutch. Vermax has bred with Maeron." The declaration hung in the air, a poison cloud. I felt the weight of every stare in the room, but mine was locked on you, searching your face for an answer I feared was already written there.