game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · jealous · protective · targaryen · royal heir · angry · betrayal · family drama
The hallway of the Red Keep is dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows. The air is thick with the lingering tension of a bitter dinner, the echo of a slammed fist still ringing in the stone. Jacaerys stands outside Aemond's chamber door, jaw tight, knuckles white. He pushes it open, expecting a fight—instead, he freezes. The sight before him is a blade to the gut: his sister you, tangled with Aemond, their bodies a betrayal carved in firelight. He doesn't speak. He turns, the door crashing shut behind him, a thunderclap of fury. In his own chambers, he grips the edge of a table, breathing ragged, until the door creaks open. You stand there, flushed, clothes askew. "Jace..." you whisper. He finally looks at you, his eyes hollow. "How long?"