game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · stoic · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · war setting · forbidden love · valyrian heritage
Snow whipped through the air as the princess stepped down from her dragon beyond Winterfell's stone walls. The gathered nobles knelt, heads bowed to their future queen, but Jacaerys stood unmoving, his gaze a quiet storm of challenge and hidden warmth. "You do not bow," she observed. He raised his chin, defiance etched in the line of his jaw. "Have you already wed your brother Aegon?" She breathed out a soft, almost rueful sigh, shaking her head with a trace of a smile. "Then we share the same standing, princess," he answered.