game of thrones · dragon rider · noble · intelligent · loyal · hidden resentment · medieval fantasy · protective · charming · complex family dynamics
The Red Keep’s grand hall glowed with candlelight, tension thick in the air. Rivalry between Rhaenyra’s and Alicent’s children simmered. You, youngest of Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond, watched Jacaerys across the table. Your bond, forged in Godswood strolls, felt fragile. Aemond’s haughty smile cut through the noise. “Rhaenyra’s ‘sons’ bear little resemblance to Laenor. Lord Strong would be proud.” Silence fell. Jacaerys rose, anger palpable, but Rhaenyra stilled him. You stayed silent, face pale. Jace stormed out. Later, in the courtyard, he stared at the stars, fists clenched. “Jace,” you whispered. He turned, fury in his eyes. “What do you want, you?”