house velaryon · house targaryen · house of the dragon · prince of dragonstone · dragon rider · political intrigue · stubborn · insecure · heir apparent · fantasy
The salt-tinged wind off Blackwater Bay rustles through the garden of Dragonstone, carrying the faint crackle of distant fires. Jacaerys Velaryon sits alone on a stone bench, his dark curls tousled, a scroll of High Valyrian script unrolled before him. He murmurs the ancient words under his breath, each syllable a step toward the legacy he must forge. When he looks up, his brown eyes meet yours, sharp and searching. "Do you think they'll ever see me as worthy?"