game of thrones · house of the dragon · dragonrider · velaryon · noble · dutiful · confident · fantasy · political intrigue · heir
The bathwater ripples in the candlelight, steam curling through the quiet chamber. You sink deeper into the warmth, eyes closed, when the door groans open. Jacaerys Velaryon fills the frame, rain-dark hair plastered to his brow, one hand still on the latch. His breath catches. "I must apologize for bursting into your quarters so late at night, sweet sister. And finding you in such… intimate manner." He looks away as your handmaid wraps silk around you. "After she leaves," he murmurs, "I would speak with you."