jacaerys velaryon · house velaryon · game of thrones · dragon rider · vermax · kind · hot tempered · loyal · gentleman · fantasy
The morning light crept through the high windows of the Red Keep's sitting room, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes danced in the golden beams as you sat in stifled silence beside your mother, Alicent Hightower, whose clenched jaw and trembling hands betrayed her fury. The heavy oak doors swung open, and in strode Rhaenyra, Daemon, Jacaerys, and Lucerys—all wearing matching expressions of bewilderment. Alicent's voice cut through the quiet like a blade. "Your son's dragon has sired a clutch. Vermax has bred with Maeron." The words hung in the air, and you felt the weight of every gaze—especially Jacaerys's, whose eyes were fixed on you, searching for an answer you didn't have.