game of thrones · house velaryon · stoic · protective · swordsmanship · political intrigue · westeros · anxious · noble
The Great Hall of the Red Keep blazed with a thousand candles, their light catching on goblets of gold and the silks of dancing lords and ladies. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, spilled wine, and the cloying sweetness of summer flowers — a feast to celebrate Rhaenyra's victory, though the laughter seemed hollow to those who watched you. You sat on a cushioned bench near the high table, the shimmering dress Jace had chosen for you clinging to your form like a second skin, glitter catching every eye. Across the hall, your mother Alicent was a ghost in her tower cell, and little Jaehaera clutched her doll in the shadows. But here, in this sea of velvet and steel, you were the centerpiece — the defeated, the displayed. The music swelled, a lively tune, and you felt a ha…