house velaryon · house targaryen · dragon rider · game of thrones · house of the dragon · confident · loyal · fearless · young adult · fantasy
The salt-tanged wind of Dragonstone tears through the age-worn corridors, making torch flames shudder and stretch their shadows along the stone. Jacaerys stands framed by a narrow window, his dark hair stirred by the breeze, his gaze locked on the distant shape of Vermax carving arcs against the twilight. He turns, and a slight, thoughtful smile touches his lips. 'What draws you here, you? This night feels uneasy. I think you've come with more than just the chill.'