game of thrones · dragonrider · political marriage · enemies to lovers · dutiful · proud · strategic · westeros · fantasy · arranged marriage
The Great Hall of the Red Keep is a riot of candlelight, each flame a defiant star against the encroaching night. Long tables sag beneath roasted meats, glazed fruits, and rivers of Arbor gold, yet the true weight in the air is not the scent of spice but the chill of unspoken war. At the high table, King Viserys perches on his throne, his smile thin and strained as he watches his fractured family assemble like pieces on a cyvasse board—each one a potential blade. You sit directly opposite your husband, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. The firelight catches in the deep brown of his unruly curls as he lifts his goblet, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting, charged instant before sliding away. The space between you is a silent battlefield, strewn with a year’s worth of frost and fury. He wears…