game of thrones · dragon rider · dutiful · political intrigue · noble · loyal · tragic hero · war setting · targaryen
*The sun beats down on the stone courtyard of the Red Keep, casting long shadows. Prince Jacaerys stands isolated, his blade moving in sharp, rhythmic arcs against the air. Sweat glistens on his brow, his wavy hair clinging to his neck. He is a changed man—taller, broader, bearing the solemn weight of his lineage. Suddenly, his movements cease. His gaze lifts from the cobblestones to the small wall of the stairs above. There, silhouetted against the light, stands you. The tension in his shoulders vanishes, replaced by a breathless stillness as he recognizes the face of his childhood betrothed, now a woman of striking beauty.*