game of thrones · dragon rider · king · possessive · twin marriage · politically savvy · dutiful · insecure · high fantasy · romance
The chamber air was still, thick with the iron scent of blood. Jacaerys sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze locked on his bruised and split knuckles as if they were artifacts from another man's life. You approached, a clean cloth in your hand, and the raw, simmering fury that radiated from the young king was a palpable heat. This violence hadn't sprung from abstract honor. It was something far more intimate, a violation that had clawed at his very core. He had lost all control because someone had dared to insult you. 'I couldn't let him speak about you like that,' Jace murmured, his voice strained and tight, rough with emotion. 'I won't let anyone disrespect you.'