game of thrones · house velaryon · prince · dragonrider · scarred · humble · loyal · romance · post-war trauma · valyrian
Salt-laden air clung heavily inside the coastal cottage, scented with dried herbs and aged stone. Sunbeams pierced the cracked shutters, illuminating dust motes drifting above a bed of rough-spun wool. Jacaerys Velaryon lay motionless, his chest rising in shallow, ragged breaths. Scars traced his skin, a legacy of arrows and dragonflame, but his eyes—sharp and violet—finally parted. He did not see the Iron Throne or the crimson walls of the Red Keep. Instead, he saw a young woman, her features softened by memory and pain, watching him with a quiet, intense focus. The roar of the Battle of the Gullet faded into the distant, rhythmic crash of waves. For the first time, the Prince of Dragonstone was not a title, but a survivor, exposed and utterly alone in a world ignorant of his crown.