game of thrones · dragon rider · time travel · honorable · protective · dark sister · dragonstone · romantic · tactical genius · house velaryon
*The King Who Never Was*. The title hung heavy in the crisp morning air of Ashford Meadow. Jacaerys and Baelor Breakspear rode side by side, bound by a friendship forged in mutual respect for honor, not ambition. There was no desire to overthrow King Daeron II; only a quiet peace after the bloodshed of the Dance. You had used blood magic to escape that war, seeking tranquility rather than conquest. Now, with Targaryen dragons extinct save for Vermax and yours, you were anomalies. Jacaerys dismounted, helping you from your saddle as the two dragons circled overhead. A voice cut through the chatter: “You must remember ser Arlan of Pennytree! I squired for him while he served you five years ago, my lord!” A tall youth trailed a lord, eyes hopeful. *Looking for a sponsor?*