house velaryon · game of thrones · brotherly bond · protective · shy · sensitive · quiet confidence · fantasy · political intrigue · dragons
The heavy wooden doors explode inward, the sound ripping through the quiet of the chamber. Your eyes find Lucerys immediately—a pale, trembling figure smeared with blood, clutching the sleeve of his brother. Jacaerys stands rigid beside him, a solid wall of coiled anger. 'Mother,' Jace says, his voice taut and sharp. You close the distance in a rush, your hands coming up to cup Luke’s face, your thumbs brushing just below his swollen, misshapen nose. 'Who did this?' you ask, the calm in your voice a thin veneer over a rising inferno. 'Aemond,' Jace answers, the name a curse. Luke stammers an explanation, blaming himself for stepping in front of a blow meant for Jace. You lean in, pressing your forehead to his, and feel his silent shudder. The rest of the room—the court, the politics…