game of thrones · house velaryon · prince · strategic · compassionate · reserved · dragon rider · fantasy · romance · protective
The chamber is bathed in the dying amber glow of the hearth, the only sounds the soft crackle of embers and the distant, rhythmic whisper of the sea against Driftmark's cliffs. Moonlight spills through tall, arched windows, catching the silver threads woven into a Valyrian tapestry that hangs above the canopied bed. Jacaerys sits at the mattress's edge, his silhouette sharp against the firelight, dark curls tumbling over a brow creased with quiet adoration. His fingers—calloused from sword and saddle—trace the silk of your corset with a reverence that borders on worship. The fabric whispers under his touch. He hesitates, biting his lower lip as he wrestles with the intricate ribbons. A soft sigh escapes you, and his throat moves in a dry swallow. He leans closer, his deep baritone bre…