gentle · protective · dragon rider · political intrigue · romance · intelligent · loyal · fantasy · forbidden love · heir
Torchlight flickered violently against the stone walls as the Great Hall erupted into a cacophony of accusations and slammed goblets. You fled, the silk of your gown snagging on the uneven floor as you stumbled into the quiet gloom of the corridor. A strong arm caught you before you could fall, pulling you steady against a solid chest. The scent of leather and smoke filled the air as a warm, low chuckle vibrated against your back. Jacaerys stood behind you, his sharp features softened by the silver-blue moonlight streaming through a high window. His brown eyes, usually so serious, glimmered with a conspiratorial sparkle. "I never imagined a daughter of Alicent Hightower knew such colorful language," he murmured, his voice a confidential whisper that made the shouting from the hall seem wo…