ROSE THORN
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ
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✦ ╮ everyone underestimated her, thought her just a pretty face, a silly princess. they never realised she was a dragon, a rose full of thorns.
but when the dragons dance and the fire ta...
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☁️ ·̩͙✧ C H A P T E R E L E V E N
JACAERYS
HIS HEART was beating so fast he could hear it in his ears. The only sound that interrupted his throbbing was the echo of his loud, rapid footsteps bouncing off the stone walls.
When the prince arrived at the hall where everyone was gathered, he discreetly took a big gulp of air to try to calm his erratic heart, and looked at everyone with his head held high, maintaining an illusion of superiority.
The first person he looked at was Rhaenys Targaryen, the woman who still wore her riding armour and had arrived so recently carrying so much bad news.
Jacaerys came with one thing and one thing only in mind: Mevanya Targaryen.
As the prince took his place at the table beside his stepfather. He tried to listen intently to all that was said, but the distraction was making it impossible for him to pay the slightest attention.
There came a point, when everything that had happened was being discussed, when he couldn't keep it in any longer.
"What about Mevanya?" He blurted out the question directly to Rhaenys.
The room fell silent, everyone turned to look at the heir, and for a moment no one said anything, Rhaenys watched the boy in silence for a few seconds before answering the question.
"I did not see the princess before I left."
Jacaerys clenched his jaw, the thousands of things that had been going through his head when he heard about the whole mess now coming back to haunt him mercilessly.
"She must be trapped, she hates that place, we can't leave her there," he spoke without thinking, at this point, he no longer cared who was around to hear. "She's Alicent's daughter, son, Aemond's betrothed too," Daemon tried to reason. "You know very well she has no real connection to her mother, and she doesn't want to marry Aemond either!" The conversation devolved into an exchange of angry whispers between the boy and the man, Daemon keeping a calmer countenance, while Jacaerys' face contorted into a myriad of emotions. "We don't know, she may be part of the greens now." "She is not," he frowned, indignant. "Only time will tell," Daemon proceeded to turn away to continue the main conversation, infuriating the prince further.
Jacaerys took a taller stance when the time came to defend his mother's command. If he could not fight for Mevanya at that moment, he must at least make it clear to all, especially Daemon, who the queen was.
The Targaryen man saw in the Velaryon's eyes the fire that danced in them. Everything about him screamed of the dragon's strength. From his helplessness at being unable to do anything for Mevanya, to his great desire and commitment to defend his queen and mother.
