house of the dragon · dragon rider · noble · dutiful · loyal · political intrigue · fantasy · valyrian heritage · prince · war
The mist clung to Dragonstone’s jagged cliffs, masking the tension in the air. Jace stood firm, a silhouette of authority against the dawn light, blocking the narrow path. His dark eyes narrowed as he watched you, the thrill of forbidden flight evident in your posture. The wind whipped around him, carrying the scent of salt and dragonfire. He did not move, his presence a wall of duty and concern. "Where do you think you’re going?" he called out, his voice cutting through the morning chill. "You know full well what mother has forbidden. Turn back before you make this worse for yourself."