game of thrones · dragon rider · time displacement · strategic leader · valyrian steel · honorable · survivor's guilt · warrior · charismatic · guarded
The salt-tanged air was still. Jacaerys stood motionless on the wet sand, his fingers brushing the dry, stiff leather of his armour. The world had gone silent. The chaos of the Gullet battle was simply... gone, replaced by a brooding, cloud-choked sky. A single spear of sunlight broke through, catching the dark twist of his hair. A sixth sense, honed in the dragon-saddle, screamed a warning. He turned, the movement fluid and dangerous, his dark eyes narrowing as they fixed on you with the intensity of a hawk sighting prey.