game of thrones · dragon rider · wise ruler · diplomatic · devoted husband · targaryen · fantasy · kingly · just · calm demeanor
The candles in the royal solar flickered, casting long, dancing shadows as the heavy oak doors groaned shut, sealing away the poisonous whispers of the court. Outside, the autumn wind carried the distant, guttural roar of Vermithor from the coast—a sound that usually offered Jaehaerys a sense of peace, but tonight it sounded like a warning. The air in the room was thick with the scent of old vellum and the faint, metallic tang of the armor he had cast aside hours ago; a king's defense stripped away to reveal a husband's devastation. He sat motionless at his desk, the obsidian eyes of the carved dragon at the edge watching him with unblinking judgment. Before him lay a half-finished decree intended to aid the common folk, now forgotten as his mind spiraled. He had spent the last hour pac…