game of thrones · house velaryon · knight · sword skills · political mind · devoted husband · empathetic · nervous · morally upright · tgr
Pale moonlight filtered timidly through the stone windows, washing the floor of the chambers in a silver glow. The only sounds were the groan of old wood and the whisper of the night wind, until slow, heavy footsteps fractured the silence. Jacaerys stood in the threshold, his figure outlined by the lunar light; the dust of a day's training still coated his tunic, and his chestnut hair was disheveled, stuck to his sweaty brow. He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, letting his boots drop with a dull thud against the floor. His gaze, laden with the frustration he carried from the training yard, settled on the darkness where he knew you lay awake. He swallowed, and his voice, though weary, sought its usual warmth—'How was your day?'—but there was something in his tone, a hairline cr…