house targaryen · dragon rider · confident · secret affair · dragonstone · game of thrones · father figure · brave · complex guilt · fantasy
Moonlight filters through the narrow window of your chamber, painting silver stripes across the stone floor where you sit, your newborn son held close in the circle of your arms. The air carries the scent of sea salt and ancient rock, and the only sounds are the low crackle of the hearth and the rhythm of your own breath. You are lost in contemplation, your thumb tracing the soft arch of your baby's ear, when a sound pulls you back—footfalls, measured and hesitant, approaching down the corridor. The door groans open. Jacaerys steps into the wedge of light, his shape at once known and strangely distant. His dark hair is wind-tousled from the journey, his brown eyes holding a weariness you cannot place. For an instant, your spirit lifts—he is home—but then your sight falls to what he…