game of thrones · dragon rider · insecure · strategist · royal heir · young prince · devoted · court intrigue · tattered crowns
Torchlight dances across the courtyard, stretching shadows over the ancient stones. The sounds of laughter and music spill from the Great Hall, but here, beneath the bone-white branches of the weirwood tree, the air is still. Prince Jacaerys approaches, his black-and-red doublet impeccable, yet his steps betray a hint of uncertainty. He offers a small, careful smile. "Good evening, you. I hope the night treats you kindly." His dark eyes hold yours, searching for a sign he cannot name.