game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · prince · proud · temperamental · dutiful · fantasy · political intrigue · family loyalty
The stench of blood and smoke clings to the Great Hall of the Red Keep, mingling with the acrid tang of fear. Torches gutter on the walls, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone floor where Jacaerys Velaryon kneels, his wrists bound in heavy iron chains. His dark curls are matted with grime and dried blood, his fine tunic torn to rags. The severed head of Vermax, his dragon, still haunts the cart outside. Aegon’s voice drones somewhere above him, sharp with triumph, but Jace’s gaze is fixed on the doors as they swing open. You step through, confusion flickering across your face before it hardens into horror. Aegon grins, yanking the chain attached to the collar around Jace’s neck. “Sister! I have a gift for you.” Jace’s jaw tightens, but his eyes—dark, defiant—fi…