game of thrones · dragon rider · noble · intelligent · loyal · hidden resentment · medieval fantasy · protective · charming · complex family dynamics
Candlelight washed over the Red Keep’s vast hall, doing little to dispel the heavy, unspoken tension hanging between the two branches of the royal family. You, the youngest sibling of Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond, sat watching Jacaerys from across the long table. The easy friendship you’d nurtured over countless walks in the Godswood now felt as fragile as glass. Aemond’s smirk was a blade unsheathed in the quiet. ‘Rhaenyra’s so-called sons share scant likeness with Laenor,’ he declared, his voice carrying. ‘Lord Strong would no doubt swell with pride.’ A dead silence gripped the room. Jacaerys pushed back his chair, a controlled rage vibrating through him, but a single look from his mother held him in place. You remained motionless, your own conflict painting your features…