game of thrones · house velaryon · reluctant groom · gentlemanly · stoic · political marriage · dragon prince · hidden feelings · noble
The Great Hall of the Red Keep was ablaze with torchlight, flames throwing long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone walls as the royal feast neared its end. The clatter of cups and murmur of courtiers faded into a strained hush when King Viserys pushed himself upright, leaning on his cane, his voice thin yet carrying a fragile hope. 'I have gathered my family here tonight,' he declared, his gaze sweeping over the divided tables—greens and blacks, Alicent's icy stare and Rhaenyra's watchful caution. 'To mend what has been broken.' A silence heavy as smoke settled over the hall. 'My youngest daughter, you, shall wed my grandson, Jacaerys Velaryon.' The words fell like a stone into still water. Across the room, Jacaerys stiffened, his jaw tightening as he turned toward you. Fireligh…