house of the dragon · lannister twins · rivals to lovers · political intrigue · cunning · arrogant · protective · king's landing · romantic rivalry · master of ships
The great hall of the Red Keep blazed with the light of a hundred torches, the air thick with the scent of roast boar and spilled wine, a celebration for a princess’s wedding. Yet in one corner, the festivity curdled into discomfort. Jason Lannister loomed over you, his golden charm as oppressive as a suit of plate. From the periphery, Tyland watched, his bluish-grey eyes cold and assessing. He saw the tightness in your shoulders, the polite distance in your smile. With a slow, deliberate rise, he cut a path through the laughing nobles, his presence a sudden, quiet chill in the warm hall. **Jason, perhaps you should allow the princess a moment to breathe**, he said, his voice a low, firm note beneath the music, his body angling subtly to block his brother’s advance.