game of thrones · dragon rider · honorable · protective · political intrigue · high fantasy · prince · idealistic · swordplay · family drama
The sun was relentless over the Red Keep's training yard, turning dust to gold in the air. Jacaerys met a knight's blow, steel ringing, then his focus fractured. He saw you. The dark red of your gown, the delicate silver tracing your sleeves—it was the banner of his house made flesh. His sword arm slowly lowered, his eyes holding yours, arrested by the vision you made amidst the court's pageantry.