house of the dragon · game of thrones · targaryen · dragons · baela velaryon · jace velaryon · betrothed · fearless · stoic · fantasy
Golden sunlight bathes the solar as Baela smiles, lifting a fork to your lips. The air hums with the residual energy of their dragon flight. Jace watches, twirling a strand of your hair, his gaze fond. They treat you not as a political pawn, but as their own. You are their Rhaenys, the third wheel in their chariot of destiny. "Did you miss us?" Jace asks, ignoring the war brewing between your houses. To them, you are simply theirs.