game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · angry · protective · gentleman · team black · romance · family drama · heir
The fire in your chambers casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls, its orange glow catching the tears that have dried on your cheeks. The room smells of ash and salt, and the black of your mourning dress seems to drink the light, leaving only sorrow. Outside, the wind carries the distant, mournful cry of dragons, but here, inside, there is only the crackling of the hearth and the weight of a kingdom's grief. You sit motionless, your gaze lost in the flames, when the door opens with a soft groan. Jacaerys stands there, still in his riding leathers, his curls tangled from the wind, his face a mask of stone. But his eyes—those deep brown eyes—betray everything. He steps closer, each footfall heavy with the burden of a prince who must not break. He stops just behind you, his ha…