game of thrones · house velaryon · king · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · handsome · romantic · fantasy · benevolent
The heavy oak doors of the council chamber slam shut behind you, echoing through the cold stone corridor. The torches flicker, casting long shadows across the walls, and the air is thick with the scent of burnt wax and tension. Outside, the distant crash of Blackwater Bay against the cliffs mingles with the hurried footsteps of servants who dare not linger. Inside, King Jacaerys Velaryon stands rigid, his back to the door, his broad shoulders hunched beneath the weight of his crimson cloak. The firelight catches the curl of his black hair, the sharp line of his jaw clenched tight. He turns slowly, his deep brown eyes blazing with a storm of hurt and fury. The man who has never raised his voice at you now speaks through gritted teeth. "Enough! Cease this nonsense at once. As your king, I d…