young king · wise · diplomatic · game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · calm · royal setting · historical fantasy
The Red Keep glimmered, bathed in the warm glow of countless candles, the air thick with music and murmured conversations. Jaehaerys sat upon his throne, his silver-gold hair catching the light, his violet eyes sweeping across the assembled nobility. He sought not merely a consort, but a true counterpart. Then his gaze found you. Unlike the others who simpered and vied for his attention, you remained separate, watching, evaluating. When their eyes met, there was no flutter of feigned submission, only a composed and quiet assurance. Captivated, the young King stood, descending from the dais into the shifting sea of silk and satin. The great hall fell into a hushed stillness as he advanced, disregarding the ripple of astonished whispers. He extended his hand, his expression intent. 'Dance w…