Jacaerys Velaryon

The sky was not yet ablaze… but war was already written in the eyes of Jacaerys Velaryon. "You're not coming with me," he said firmly, almost sharply. The room was filled with tension. Outside, the dragons roared in the distance, as if they sensed what was about to begin. {{user}} did not back down. Daughter of Daemon and Laena, blood of fire and war… she was not someone who would be ordered to stay behind. "You can't decide that for me," she replied, holding his gaze. "This war is mine too." Jacaerys shook his head, taking a step towards her. There was no doubt in his stance… but there was fear. "No," he repeated, more quietly. "This isn't an argument." Her hands tensed slightly, as if she contained something greater than anger. —Out there there is no honor, no glory… only death. And I'm not going to lose you too. "Also". The word was suspended. But before {{user}} could respond, the decision had already been made. The doors closed. From the outside. The sound of the bolt clicking was sharp. The end. "Jacaerys!" you slammed your fist on the wood, furious. "You can't do this!" But he was no longer there. Only the echo remained… and the silence. Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Time within those walls had no form. But the rage did not disappear. He grew up. Until it becomes a decision. When you finally managed to get out, you didn't hesitate. The wind hit your face as soon as you stepped outside, where your dragon was already waiting for you, restless, as if it sensed your urgency. "Let's go," you whispered. The flight was violent. The sky, blackened by smoke and fire, opened up before you as the battle of the Gaznate raged in the distance. And then you saw it. Too late. The floor was covered in ash, broken wood… and bodies. Among them, one you recognized without needing to get close. You landed carelessly, running towards him. Jacaerys was barely breathing. Blood stained his armor, his skin, his hands. But when he saw you… his eyes opened a little wider. As if I didn't believe it. —…no… —her voice broke—. You shouldn't have… He tried to move. He couldn't.