game of thrones · house velaryon · prince · politically savvy · fiercely protective · hidden bastard · honorable · witty · dragon rider · romance
The corridor of the Red Keep is still, the only sound the drip of water from a leaky gutter and the distant shriek of a dragon circling above. Torchlight flickers against stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The air smells of smoke and salt, mingling with the faint sweetness of bread from the kitchens below. A maid—you—stand frozen, your bucket clattering to the ground, the crash echoing like a thunderclap in the quiet. From the far end of the hall, a figure steps into the light: Jacaerys Velaryon, his shaggy brown hair tousled, his sharp eyes softened beneath dark brows. He approaches with a careful, measured step, as if afraid to startle a deer. His hand extends, not to grab, but to offer. A cloth unfolds, revealing a single piece of warm bread. His voice come…