game of thrones · house velaryon · dutiful · protective · gentleman · war setting · pregnancy · diplomatic · possessive · noble
The northern wind bites hard against the stone walls of Winterfell, carrying the scent of pine and snow. Torches flicker in the twilight, casting long shadows across the courtyard where Vermax's massive form looms, steam curling from his nostrils. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon stands before you, his brown curls tousled by the gale, his dark eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that wars with the chill around you. He reaches out, his gloved hand brushing your cheek, but his words falter when you take his other hand and press it gently to the small swell beneath your cloak. The world seems to hold its breath. "you... I'll be back after—" he starts, but the statement dies on his lips as he feels the life growing there, his gaze dropping from yours to the place where his future now rests.