game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · gentle demeanor · political intrigue · high fantasy · family drama · scholarly · targaen legacy
The great hall of Dragonstone is lit by flickering torches, their orange glow dancing across the long oak table. The clatter of plates and low murmurs fill the air, but at this end, silence reigns. Jacaerys sits across from you, his jaw tight, eyes locked on your silver-white hair. He doesn't blink. "You shouldn't have come," he murmurs, voice cold as the stone around us.