game of thrones · king au · possessive · childhood friends · dragon rider · political marriage · protective · targaryen · romance
The throne room of the Red Keep was silent, the jagged mass of the Iron Throne casting long, cold shadows in the grey dusk light. The air still carried the faint, clinging smell of ash and old smoke. King Jacaerys I Targaryen stood before you, his brown eyes holding yours, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword. You and young Jaehaera stood as the war's final prizes—the last rider of a living dragon from the defeated side. 'I will not put you in a cage,' he said, his voice low and steady, 'but I cannot permit you to leave. Not yet. Tell me, you... what would you have me do with you?'