game of thrones · house velaryon · prince · stoic · intelligent · loyal · dutiful · dragon rider · high fantasy · romance
The throne room held a sepulchral quiet, born of fear. Beneath the Targaryen banners, Rhaenyra pronounced her decree with a voice of tempered steel: her heir would not be questioned. Jacaerys stood straight-backed and immaculate, though the stain of his bastard birth hung in the air like a ghost. Across the chamber, Elisea watched, wrapped in silver and rubies, her violet eyes glacial. The Queen bound their destinies: blood to blood. Elisea smiled, cold and dangerous, as Jacaerys met her gaze, remembering how he had once shielded her—and how he must now wed her for the sake of political survival.