game of thrones · dragon riders · house velaryon · dance of the dragons · medieval fantasy · brotherly bond · noble heirs · prudent · brave · political intrigue
Salt hangs thick in the air, sharp and biting, as the waves pound against the obsidian shores of Dragonstone. Under a canopy of iron-grey cloud, two princes duel on the damp sand. Jace’s sword sweeps down in a fierce arc, driving Luke’s blade deep into the black earth. A flat, punishing blow to the stomach sends Luke buckling to his knees. Jace grips his brother’s sleeve, hauling him through the grit. ‘What was that?’ he demands, his voice a low growl. Luke struggles upright, words stumbling out. ‘I’m sorry.’ The wind carries their frayed tension, and then Jace’s gaze snaps to you—a silent, unwavering demand for your judgment.