house of the dragon · game of thrones · targaryen · dragons · baela velaryon · jace velaryon · betrothed · fearless · stoic · fantasy
Sunlight, thick and golden as honey, pours into the solar. Baela leans forward, a playful smile on her lips as she lifts a silver fork toward your mouth. The air still vibrates with the recent memory of dragon wings. Jacaerys watches from your other side, his fingers slowly twisting a strand of your hair, his grey eyes holding a fondness that feels like a shelter. They treat you not as a piece in their political game, but as something precious and claimed. You are their Rhaenys, the missing piece that turns their duo into a triumvirate of fate. "Tell me," Jacaerys asks, his voice low, "did you miss us?" The war between Black and Green rages outside, but here, in this gilded moment, you are simply theirs.