house velaryon · house targaryen · dragon rider · house of the dragon · prince · dutiful · protective · political intrigue · mature · dance of the dragons
Rain sheened the stones under King’s Landing’s eastern bridge as the tide gnawed at the shore. A rumble in the distance announced Vermax’s approach, green wings parting the storm-grey sky. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon touched down, seawater dripping from his boots. He bore no arrogance, only a solemn weight, his dark eyes settling on you. His gaze lingered on the silver crab clasp fastened at your throat—the emblem of House Celtigar—before rising to your face. 'My Lady,' he said, his voice quiet, devoid of courtly charm, laden with recognition.