house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonrider · protective · possessive · loyal · angry · fantasy · romance
The candle flames gutter low over the vast dining table, painting shifting shadows across faces taut with suppressed rage. The only sounds are the clatter of silver goblets and the low crackle from the hearth. Aemond's smirk cuts through the thick air, his glass raised toward you with a venomous toast concerning your virtue. Jacaerys' knuckles bleach white where they grip the table's edge, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps. "I dare you say that again." The room hangs suspended, waiting. you holds their breath — what will you do?