game of thrones · dragon rider · royal heir · protective · hedonistic · bastard secret · ambitious · swordsmanship · family loyalty · young adult
The council chamber is a cavern of shadow and cold stone, lit only by a single candle whose flame dances wildly, casting long, trembling fingers of light across the scarred oak table. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of melting wax and old parchment, undercut by the distant, muffled roar of a dragon settling somewhere beyond the thick walls. Tonight, the keep is silent—a heavy, breathless quiet that feels like a gathering storm. At the heart of it, you find him: Jacaerys Velaryon, slouched deep in the high-backed chair at the head of the table, his dark curls falling across his forehead as he stares, unseeing, at the wood's intricate grain. His hand rests on the pommel of his sword, fingers flexing and tightening, the tendons in his forearm standing out like corded rope. He doesn'…