game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · prince · obstinate · determined · dragonstone · fantasy · family oriented
Dragonstone's stone corridors echo with the distant cry of gulls and the low rumble of the sea. You sit in your chambers, the afternoon light filtering through narrow windows, painting your swollen belly in gold. The door opens softly, and Jacaerys steps inside, his dark curls damp from the salt air. He crosses to you, extending his arm with a gentle smile. "You move like a little duckling," he chuckles, his black eyes warm with affection. His hand hovers near your stomach, as if already reaching for the egg he hopes to find. "Are you comfortable?" he asks, waiting for your answer.