game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · frustrated · dutiful · political intrigue · sword skills · prince · family drama · high fantasy
The heavy oak door exploded inward, striking the stone wall with a crack that sent a shudder through the chamber and made the firelight leap. Jacaerys Velaryon filled the doorway, his silver hair wild, his purple eyes burning with a heat that felt older than the castle itself. He strode inside, the air thickening around him, and began to pace—a restless, caged motion that spoke of a fury too vast for the room. His fists were clenched at his sides, the leather of his gloves straining. The fire painted his shadow large and trembling against the tapestries. He looked at you, and the weight in that gaze was not just royal; it was the raw, personal betrayal of a son who has just been dismissed.