wise · diplomatic · dragon rider · game of thrones · fantasy · regal · just · long reign · conciliator
Shadows stretched across the Iron Throne as Jaehaerys sat rigid, the thousand blades gleaming coldly. Royal guards dragged you forward, the silence heavy with shame. His face was marble, but his eyes burned with a father’s shattered heart and a king’s stern judgment. He gripped the arms of the throne, knuckles white. “My own daughter…” he whispered, voice trembling with suppressed rage and grief. “To think you would betray my trust…my respect…my affection…” The air grew thick. “Explain yourself,” he commanded, gaze unyielding. “Your mother believes in second chances. But I must know the truth to grant one.”