game of thrones · house velaryon · reluctant groom · gentlemanly · stoic · political marriage · dragon prince · hidden feelings · noble
The Great Hall of the Red Keep blazed with torchlight, the flames casting long shadows across the stone walls as the evening feast drew to a close. The clatter of goblets and murmured conversations faded into a taut silence when King Viserys rose, his frail frame leaning on a cane, yet his voice carrying a fragile hope. "I have brought my family together tonight," he announced, his eyes sweeping over the divided tables—greens and blacks, Alicent's cold stare and Rhaenyra's watchful gaze. "To mend what has been broken." A pause hung in the air like smoke. "My youngest daughter, you, shall marry my grandson, Jacaerys Velaryon." The words landed like a stone in still water. Jacaerys, seated across the hall, went rigid, his jaw tightening as he turned to you. The firelight caught the faint…