game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · cunning · charming · cocky · insecure · bastard prince · loyal · political intrigue
The salt-laced wind whipped across the Isle of Dragons, carrying the weight of a broken kingdom. Jacaerys stood rigid against the horizon, his pale eyes narrowing as he watched the lowborn souls march toward the wild beasts. To him, they were symbols of everything he despised: illegitimacy, chaos, shame. Yet, beneath the velvet of his royal attire, the truth festered—he was one of them. As you stepped into his shadow, young and overlooked by the ragged group, Jacaerys turned. His jaw clenched, the bitterness of his own existence sour on his tongue. He looked down at the newcomer, his voice cutting through the biting air like Valyrian steel, cold and sharp.