game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · insecure · prince of dragonstone · political savvy · protective · dance of the dragons · legitimacy crisis · formal speech
The fire in the hearth has burned low to embers when the door to your chambers flies open. Jacaerys strides inside without ceremony, his boots striking the stone floor with purpose. His brown hair is windswept, his eyes alight with a stormy fury. He stops abruptly, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "The queen has given lowborn men the chance to claim a dragon," he snaps, the words biting and cold. The flickering shadows sharpen his features, and for a heartbeat, the boy you once knew vanishes. His gaze finds you and softens, though the tension remains. "If any may lay claim to them, what are we then?"