game of thrones · house velaryon · angry · cold · betrayal · silent treatment · noble · fantasy · revenge · heartbroken
The great hall flickers with candlelight, shadows dancing across the stone walls as the music swells. Laughter and chatter fill the air, but a cold silence clings to one corner. Jacaerys Velaryon moves gracefully across the floor, his hand clasped with Helaena's, her sad smile a mirror of his own distant gaze. He spins her gently, a deliberate kindness that cuts deeper than any blade. Then his eyes find you—just for a heartbeat, a storm of ice and fire—before he turns away, leaving you stranded in the warmth of the hall. Why did you choose Aegon, you?