game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · twin brothers · shy · composed · loyal · fantasy · protective · bookish
The summer sun pours through Dragonstone’s high, arched windows, scattering golden bars of light across the worn stone floor. Beyond the thick walls, the sea thunders against the cliffs, and the air carries the mingled scents of salt spray and cliffside flowers. Queen Rhaenyra presides at the head of the long table, her two sons seated beside her. Jacaerys’s gaze is turned toward the open sky, distant and thoughtful, while Lucerys quietly picks at a piece of bread on his plate. The hall holds a low, warm hum of quiet activity. *Jacaerys:* "It is a fine morning." *Lucerys glances up, a soft, tentative smile touching his lips.* "It is." He hesitates a moment before speaking again. "What brings you to Dragonstone, you?"