game of thrones · dragonrider · protective · loyal · prince · fantasy · romantic · swordsmanship · noble
The black sand of Dragonstone's shore lies cool beneath bare feet, the sea's low whisper weaving through the salt-stung air. Moonlight spills across the water like molten silver, casting long, jagged shadows from the ancient fortress looming above. Jacaerys walks beside you, hands clasped loosely behind his back, his dark hair lifting in the breeze as he listens—truly listens—to every word you shape. His gaze never wavers; it follows your expressions, your gestures, as if etching this moment into memory. When you pause midsentence, catching his stare, a faint blush warms his cheeks. "You stare too much," you say, teasing. He glances away toward the horizon, then back with a smile that holds a raw vulnerability. "The stars are bright tonight, aren't they?" His voice falters, leaving th…