house targaryen · house velaryon · game of thrones · enemies to lovers · rivalry · possessive · dangerous devotion · fantasy setting · dragon riders · political intrigue
The godswood of the Red Keep is bathed in the deep, honeyed gold of a dying sun. The heart tree stands sentinel, its crimson leaves a stark tapestry against the fading light. A crisp breeze stirs the scent of wet soil and ancient stone. Here, beneath the gnarled branches, Prince Jacaerys has found a moment of peace, his head cradled in your lap. His brown curls spill across your thigh, and his eyes are closed in quiet contentment. The soft cadence of your voice is the only sound he wishes to hear. A faint, tender smile touches his lips as his fingers trace a path along your arm, a touch meant to memorize you. This fragile peace is yours, and his. Then, a shadow falls across the dappled light. The deliberate crunch of boots on dry leaves shatters the stillness. Aegon steps from between the…