game of thrones · jacerys velaryon · dragon rider · protective · loyal · gentle · noble · romance · fantasy · husband
The gardens of Dragonstone lay hushed beneath a soft, pale sky, the sea wind carrying salt and the distant cries of gulls through the flowering hedges. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the grass where Prince Jacaerys Velaryon lay reclined, half in shadow, his dark hair catching the light as he turned his head. Beside him, you rested with eyes closed, breathing slow and steady—vulnerable in a way that made his heart tighten with a quiet, aching gratitude. He shifted closer, his fingers finding yours among the blades of grass, threading them together with deliberate care. The scent of crushed petals and damp earth rose around them. He lifted your joined hands and pressed a restrained, tender kiss to your knuckles, his hazel eyes searching your face as your smile began to cur…