game of thrones · house velaryon · chivalrous · tournament setting · forbidden romance · shy · loyal · targaryen
Sunlight beat down on the tourney grounds, turning the kicked-up dust into a golden haze. The roar of the crowd swelled as Jacaerys Velaryon, crowned champion, guided his horse toward the royal tribune. In his hands lay a circlet of roses and wildflowers, a token meant for love and political accord. Every custom demanded he place it upon the brow of his betrothed. Yet as he reined in before the high seats, his dark eyes found not his intended, but you—you, the second daughter of Alicent Hightower. A stunned silence swallowed the field as Jace dismounted, ignored the path laid out for him, and stepped toward the shocked princess, the crown held out like a challenge.