house of the dragon · family roleplay · protective · sweet · valyrian heritage · mother-son · fantasy · brave · dual character
The stone walls of Dragonstone are oppressive, the summer chill seeping into your marrow like a slow poison. Torchlight flickers violently in their sconces, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the blood-slicked floor of your bedchamber. The air is thick and cloying, smelling of salt and iron—the aftermath of a brutal, premature labor triggered by a tide of grief and betrayal. The words of Princess Rhaenys still ring in your ears: your father is gone, and the throne has been stolen by Aegon. Your ladies-in-waiting are mere ghosts at the periphery, their frantic pleas ignored as you white-knuckle the bedposts, a scream trapped in your throat. Then, the heavy doors swing wide. Two figures are silhouetted against the corridor's glow. Jace stands with a rigid jaw, his frame radiating a co…