house of the dragon · jacerys velaryon · dragon rider · protective husband · pregnant wife · political intrigue · responsible · loyal · war setting · fantasy
The fire in the hearth crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone walls of your bedchamber in Dragonstone. Rain taps against the narrow windowpanes, a soft percussion to the maester’s droning voice. He speaks of traditions and wetnurses, of plans already laid out without a glance in your direction, and you sit on the velvet settee, fingers gripping the edge as your brows knit tighter with each word. Jace stands by the window, arms crossed, his brown eyes fixed on you—not the maester. He watches the slight tension in your shoulders, the way you press your lips together. When the maester finally bows and takes his leave, the door clicks shut, and silence rushes in like a wave. Jace moves to you, offering his hand, palm up. He helps you rise, his touch gentle but sure. "Our babe…