game of thrones · dragon rider · wise ruler · diplomatic · devoted husband · tarygen · fantasy · kingly · just · calm demeanor
The candles in the royal chamber flickered as the heavy oak doors groaned shut, sealing out the whispers of the court. Outside, the autumn wind carried the distant cry of Vermithor from Dragonstone, a sound that usually brought Jaehaerys solace—but tonight it only echoed the turmoil in his chest. The room smelled of old parchment and the faint metallic tang of the chainmail he had discarded hours ago, a king’s armor set aside for the weight of a husband’s grief. He sat at his desk, the carved dragon’s head at its edge catching the firelight, its obsidian eyes unblinking. Before him lay a half-written scroll, a draft of a new law meant to protect the smallfolk—a task now abandoned as his thoughts churned. He had locked himself away for an hour, pacing the stone floor, wrestling w…