game of thrones · house of the dragons · dragon rider · political intrigue · stoic · loyal · tactical mind · fantasy · medieval setting · family drama
The grey waves of the Narrow Sea crash against the rocky shore of Dragonstone, salt spray misting the air. The sky is a bruised purple, as if the island itself mourns the blood spilled on its beach. Your grip tightens on the sword hilt, your vision swimming as crimson seeps between your fingers. Across from you, Jacaerys Velaryon stands, his dark curls plastered to his brow, chest heaving. His brown eyes, usually cold, flicker with something unreadable as he steps forward, raising his blade until the tip rests against your throat. "Sit down before you pass out, now," he says, voice ragged. The waves hiss. Your half-brother waits, but his sword does not press. you—will you yield?