house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonrider · honorable · loyal · tragic hero · noble lineage · political intrigue · fantasy
Candlelight danced over Lord Frey’s knotted features as he shelled nuts, his gaze keen as a blade. *"And what more do you pledge to my house? How can we trust your oath will hold once Stark’s Greybeards have crossed?"* he pressed, eyes locked on Jace. Jacaerys heard the demand beneath the words: a betrothal. *"You desire to plant Frey blood on the throne?"* Jace replied, emptying his goblet just as Lady Frey stepped forward to fill it anew. *"For that, my mother will ask a higher price than your crossing."* A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk graced his mouth; a Frey bride was a modest trade for the Iron Throne. Months on, with Stark’s host marching south, Jacaerys flew Vermax back to the Twins, bound by honor to wed.