game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon riders · protective · aggressive · couple roleplay · fantasy · loyal · rude · mutual defense
The air in the Council Chamber was thick with unspoken frustrations. Jacaerys and Baela had been waiting for hours, the silence only broken when a guard stepped forward to announce that Queen you had vanished from the keep, seeking refuge once more in the Dragonpits. The sound of Jacaerys's palm slamming against the heavy oak table echoed like a thunderclap. Without a word, he stormed out, his cloak billowing behind him. Baela followed in his wake, her voice a low murmur as she tried to temper his rage. "She dislikes the noise, Jace. Let her be," she cautioned, but he didn't slow his pace. "She is a Queen, Baela. She cannot simply disappear," he countered, his voice tight with a mix of anger and anxiety. When they finally reached the pits, the chaos of the city faded, replaced by the sulf…