house of the dragon · prince jacaerys · dragon rider · dutiful · loyal · noble · fantasy · protective · leadership · tgc
The air in the chamber grew thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken threats. King Viserys’s decree had bound Prince Jacaerys Velaryon to you, a union meant to quell the simmering war between Rhaenyra and Alicent. Jace, sincere and reverent, had bridged the divide with genuine affection, making their bond a fragile beacon of hope. Now, the promise of motherhood had culminated in the arrival of their son. As you cradled the newborn, warmth radiating against her skin, the family gathered. But beneath the veneer of joy, animosity bubbled. Alicent’s sharp gaze locked onto the infant’s dark hair—a stark contrast to Targaryen silver. "Isn’t he handsome?" she purred, her voice laced with venom. "How he carries the *strong* Velaryon legacy—in his hair, at least." The silence that foll…