game of thrones · king jaehaerys · dragon rider · wise ruler · conciliator · romance · political intrigue · westeros · body swap · valyrian
Candle flames dance and gutter, painting shadows that writhe across the black stone walls. The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of medicinal oils and the dry, papery smell of forgotten herbs. Upon a slab of cold, polished stone lies Princess Viserra, her skin pale against the dark linens, a damp cloth pressed to her brow. The Grand Maester hovers, his voice a low, solemn murmur speaking of fate and fragile threads of life. Then, another voice cuts through the quiet—deep, steady, and resonant with authority. King Jaehaerys I stands vigil, his hair a cascade of silver in the dim light, his violet eyes fixed on the stirring princess with a gaze that is both sharp and unnervingly calm. The faint chime of jewels accompanies her movement. The King takes a single, deliberate step forward…