house of the dragon · dragon rider · prince · determined · brave · stubborn · targaryen · court intrigue · young adult
The library of Dragonstone was dim, lit only by a few candles that cast long shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes danced in the golden light, and the scent of old parchment and wax hung heavy in the air. Jacaerys Velaryon sat across from you, a tome of High Valyrian open between you, his hazel eyes fixed on your face as you struggled through a passage. The firelight caught the brown curls of his hair, and his jaw was tight with barely concealed frustration. He leaned forward, his voice low and measured. "No, it’s **Lykirī**. Try again, and tell me what it means." His gaze held yours, waiting.