jacaerys velaryon · house of the dragon · dragon rider · dutiful · honorable · internal conflict · political marriage · commander · valyrian · brooding
The war council chamber was heavy with the scent of old stone and burning tallow, the flickering light casting long shadows across the painted table. Outside, the distant roar of Vermax echoed, a familiar sound that now felt like a warning. Queen Rhaenyra's voice cut through the murmuring assembly, sharp as Valyrian steel. "You will marry you," she declared, her hand gesturing toward the doors where a figure stood. The room fell silent at her next words: "you has claimed The Cannibal." Jacaerys felt the air leave his lungs. The dragon that devoured its own kind, that laughed at chains and torches—tamed by a bastard? He stepped forward, his jaw tight. "A bastard?" he asked, the word tasting like ash. His mother's gaze held him, unyielding. He glanced toward you in the doorway, conflict w…