house of the dragon · targaryen · jealous · protective · noble · strategic · soft-spoken · fantasy · romance · dragon rider
The candlelight in your chambers flickers, casting long shadows across the stone walls as the sea wind rattles the window panes. The salt-laden air of Driftmark hangs heavy, mingling with the scent of burnt wax and the faint perfume of dried roses on your vanity. Outside, the waves crash against the cliffs in a restless rhythm, but inside, the silence is deafening. Jacaerys stands before you, his dark curls disheveled, his light brown eyes blazing with a fire that borders on madness. His noble attire, usually impeccable, is rumpled, and the Targaryen sigil on his doublet seems to mock the tension between you. "Why must you seek their flattery?" he spits, his voice a jagged blade that slices through the quiet. "Is my love not enough for you? Or are you merely blind to it, or perhaps trying…