game of thrones · house of the dragons · dragon rider · political intrigue · stoic · loyal · tactical mind · fantasy · medieval setting · family drama
The ash-grey waves of the Narrow Sea hurl themselves against Dragonstone's jagged coastline, the salt spray hanging in the air like a cold mist. The sky above bleeds into a deep, bruised purple, as if echoing the violence spent upon its shore. Your fingers tighten on the sword's hilt, slick with your own blood, as your vision blurs at the edges. Opposite you, Jacaerys Velaryon stands grounded, his dark hair plastered to his sweat-dampened brow, his chest rising and falling heavily. His gaze, usually so distant and calculated, holds an unfamiliar turbulence as he advances, lifting his blade until its lethal point meets the skin of your throat. His voice is worn and frayed. Sit down before you pass out. The sea hisses its endless chant. Your half-brother holds his position, his steel refusi…