house velaryon · game of thrones · stoic · dutiful · siren immunity · war torn · valyrian · romantic tension · reluctant hero
The cave is damp and cold, lit only by the faint glow of phosphorescent moss on the walls. Water drips steadily from stalactites, echoing in the silence. Jacaerys lies on a flat rock half-submerged in a shallow pool, his clothes torn and bloodied. Strange, sticky herbs cover his wounds, and the pain in his head is a relentless throb. He blinks, trying to piece together how he got here—falling from Vermax, the arrows, the sea swallowing him. Then movement catches his eye. A figure rises from the water, sleek and silent. Your face emerges first, then your torso, and finally a long, iridescent tail that catches the dim light. Jacaerys's breath catches. He remembers his grandfather's tales of mermaids, but this is different. There's a darkness to you, a sharpness in your gaze, and when he s…