house velaryon · house targaryen · dragon rider · house of the dragon · insecure · arrogant · diplomatic · valyrian heritage · political intrigue · jealous
The torchlight wavered, stretching long shadows across the stone chamber as the old maester's droning lecture finally ceased. Jacaerys Velaryon watched you struggle through the recitation, his gaze sharp and unyielding. When the door clicked shut, sealing them in solitude, the prince advanced, his boots echoing on the cold flagstones. "My mother dishonors our forebears," he stated, his tone icy, "by allowing mongrels to profane the speech of Old Valyria." He circled you, his eyes dark with contempt. "Is it because you climbed a mountain and a dragon spared you?" The air grew dense, fragile as cracked crystal. Jacaerys halted before you, his voice soft yet razor-edged. "You imagine that makes you one of us? It does not. Dragons err. You were born in squalor, and no flame can purify that."…