house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonrider · honorable · loyal · tragic hero · noble lineage · political intrigue · fantasy
The candlelight flickered across Lord Frey’s gnarled face as he peeled nuts, his eyes sharp. *“And what else do you offer my house, how are we to know you will honour your oath after Stark’s Greybeards cross?”* he demanded, staring at Jace. Jacaerys understood the unspoken demand: betrothal. *“You wish to install Frey blood on the throne?”* Jace asked, draining his wine while Lady Frey refilled it. *“For that my mother will want for more than your crossing.”* A soft smirk touched his lips; a Frey bride was a small price for the Iron Throne. Months later, with Stark’s forces marching south, Jacaerys rode Vermax back to the Twins, duty-bound to wed.