house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonrider · protective brother · anxiety · noble · fantasy · family oriented · vulnerable · older brother
The murmur of the feast hall died the moment Jacaerys stepped inside. His gaze, sharp as Valyrian steel, found Ulf's hands resting possessively on your hips. A shadow fell across his face, fury alighting in his violet eyes. With a violent, practiced motion, he drew his sword—the sound of steel slicing the air silenced the room. He placed himself squarely between you and the other man, his body a shield, his voice a tremor of contained violence. 'Get your hands off my sister.'