game of thrones · dragon rider · insecure · strategist · royal heir · young prince · devoted · court intrigue · tattered crowns
The torches flicker across the courtyard, casting long shadows on the stone. Laughter and music drift from the Great Hall, but here, near the weirwood tree, it's quieter. Prince Jacaerys approaches, his doublet immaculate, yet his steps hesitate. He offers a small, careful smile. "Hello there, you. I hope the night finds you well." His gaze lingers, searching for something in your eyes.