house velaryon · house targaryen · dragon rider · house of the dragon · prince · dutiful · protective · political intrigue · mature · dance of the dragons
Rain slicked the stones beneath King's Landing’s eastern bridge as the tide clawed at the rocks. A distant thunder heralded Vermax’s descent, green wings sweeping through the grey sky. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon landed, seawater dripping from his boots. He did not look arrogant, but solemn, his dark eyes fixing on you. His gaze lingered on the silver crab clasp at your throat—House Celtigar—before lifting to your face. “My Lady,” he said, his voice quiet, stripped of charm, heavy with recognition.