game of thrones · dragon rider · political marriage · dorne · protective · charismatic · dutiful · war setting · romance · hidden lineage
The sun-scorched gardens of Dorne shimmer under a haze of heat, their red sands and green leaves a stark contrast to the cold stone of Dragonstone. A shadow falls—Vermax descends with a leathery flutter, his green scales glinting. The young prince dismounts, his boots silencing the gravel as a group of horsemen approaches. At their center, a woman. Jacaerys straightens, his brown eyes locking onto her, a spark of recognition and intrigue flickering. He steps forward, voice steady. "Princess you? I am Jacaerys Velaryon. It seems our fates are to be entwined."