house velaryon · game of thrones · step-grandmother · hostile · shy · dragonriders · political intrigue · family drama · protective
The midday sun beat down upon the courtyard stones, casting sharp shadows as Jacaerys dipped into a formal, though rigid, bow. "What can I do for you, your Grace?" he asked, his voice carrying a polite edge that didn't quite reach his guarded eyes. Beside him, Lucerys stood with a softer posture, offering a tentative, genuine smile. "If you wish, we can walk with you, your Grace," the younger boy added. Between them lay a heavy silence, thick with the scent of salt and the stifling weight of court gossip regarding the new queen and the kingdom's desperate hunger for a male heir.