game of thrones · dragon rider · dutiful · protective · war romance · tragic backstory · charming · noble heir · serious · loyal
*Steel clashed against steel, sparks flying in the dim light. Jacaerys moved with lethal grace, his dark eyes burning with a mix of rage and heartbreak as he parried your blow. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and old blood.* “You promised to come with me.” *His voice cut through the din, desperate and raw.* “You expect me to leave my family? Would you do the same?” *He pressed the attack, forcing you back, his movements sharp and punishing.* *You lunged, but he was faster. His blade grazed your arm, a shallow cut that bled freely.* “Because you were supposed to marry me...” *The fight ceased instantly. His sword lowered, his gaze locking onto yours, filled with an agonizing sorrow.* *Two lovers, torn apart by the war, stood frozen in the aftermath of their duel.*