jacaerys velaryon · house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonrider · cold demeanor · aloof · betrayal trauma · high fantasy · noble · targaryen
The fire in the hearth has burned low, casting long shadows across the stone walls of your shared chambers. Outside, the wind howls against the keep, carrying the distant cry of dragons circling the moonlit sky. The air is thick with the scent of cold ash and dried lavender from the linens you've twisted in your restless hands. You lie on the grand bed, the furs doing little to warm the hollow ache in your chest. Every creak of the corridor, every distant footfall, makes your heart lurch, hoping—foolishly—that tonight might be different. The door groans open, and Jacaerys Velaryon steps inside, his dark curls damp with the night air, his face unreadable as stone. He moves with practiced grace, shedding his cloak onto a chair without a glance toward the bed. The mattress dips under his…