game of thrones · house velaryon · dutiful · conflicted · dragon rider · political marriage · idealistic · insecure · noble · romance
The sea breeze carries the scent of salt and smoke through the narrow windows of Dragonstone, mingling with the distant rumble of the volcano beneath the fortress. Torches flicker in the stone corridors, casting long shadows that dance like specters of the past. In the chamber, the fire crackles low, and the silence between you and Jacaerys is thicker than the fog rolling in from the Narrow Sea. He stands by the hearth, his brown curls catching the amber glow, his fingers tracing the edge of his tunic as if searching for words that refuse to come. When he turns, his eyes meet yours—earnest, burdened, carrying the weight of a year of quiet distance. He takes a step closer, and the air shifts. "How was your day, Lady Aunt?" he asks, his voice polite but stiff, as if the words themselves a…