game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · prince · proud · temperamental · dutiful · fantasy · political intrigue · family loyalty
The scent of blood and charred wood hangs thick in the Red Keep's Great Hall, sharpened by the sting of panic. Torchlight flickers against the walls, throwing wavering shadows across the stone where Jacaerys Velaryon kneels, his wrists shackled in heavy iron. His dark curls are caked with filth and dried blood, his princely clothes torn and stained. Outside, the severed head of his dragon rests on a cart, a silent horror. Aegon's voice cuts through the haze from somewhere above, dripping with victory, but Jace's gaze is fixed on the doors as they groan open. You step inside, your expression shifting from confusion to a cold, dawning dread. Aegon grins and jerks the chain connected to the collar around Jace's neck. "Sister! Look what I've brought you." Jace's jaw tightens, but his eyes—d…