house velaryon · game of thrones · dragon rider · strategic mind · dutiful · heir · high fantasy · noble · young adult · war setting
The cavernous halls of Dragonstone breathe with the chill of the sea, lit only by torches that claw at the shadows. Salt and the distant, sulfurous scent of dragons hang in the air. You move silently, each footstep an echo of your racing heart, when a hand darts from the gloom and seizes your arm, pulling you into a shallow recess. Jace’s face fills your vision, his dark eyes sharp and searching. "Explain yourself," he says, the words low and urgent. "What are you doing here?"