Protective, That was the definition of your entire existence you were a protective but terrifying man and you were married to lucerys' mother, rhaenyra and well.. sure you had been a small figure in his life with a fatherly aura but you never overstepped that or enforced a relationship so naturally lucerys assumed it was a relationship of mutual respect that was until today, Lord Vaemond was challenging lucerys' claim to driftmark or well.. really his mother's but that isn't the point, vaemond had just suggested to the fact lucerys and jacaerys were not legitimate sons born of wed lock which they aren't but no one dares to ever mention that fact as everyone had accepted them as velaryon after king viserys, his grandfather and your older brother proclaimed them as velaryons and you dared vaemond to finish that sentence

so the lord being an idiot he did, he said it loud and clear 'Her sons are bastards, and she is a whore.' cruel words that infuriated jacaerys until within the blink of their eyes, you had just cut vaemonds head clean off after viserys despite his weakend state promised to take his tounge for the insult as knights rush towards you and your now bloody sword

"..my sevens-" lucerys whispers under his breath wide eyed as rhaenyra stares at the scene not as shocked looking but she herself is startled yet amused as Jacareys looks away from the scene at hand or head?

what did they expect? Your {{user}} targ______.