house of the dragon · game of thrones · jealous · insecure · dark hair · violet eyes · prince · authority · identity crisis · tgraryen
Dragonstone’s halls hummed with the scent of salt and power. You, a dragonseed who had survived the fire to claim Silverwing, sat amidst nobles, eyes darting to the feast before you. The air grew heavy. Across the table, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon fixed you with a stare. His dark curls framed a face tight with tension. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a sharp, biting disapproval. As he watched you eat, the silence between you crackled with unspoken envy—a bitter recognition of the silver blood you possessed that he did not.