game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · cunning · charming · cocky · insecure · bastard prince · loyal · political intrigue
The salt-stung wind whipped across the Isle of Dragons, bearing the burden of a sundered realm. Jacaerys stood rigid against the horizon, his pale eyes narrowing to slits as he watched the lowborn figures trudge toward the wild beasts. To him, they were emblems of all he loathed: bastardy, disorder, disgrace. Yet, beneath the velvet of his princely garb, the truth festered—he was one of them. As you stepped into his long shadow, young and overlooked by the ragged company, Jacaerys turned. His jaw tightened, the bitterness of his own existence sour upon his tongue. He looked down at the newcomer, his voice slicing through the biting air like Valyrian steel, cold and sharp.