game of thrones · house velaryon · forced marriage · shy · innocent · silver hair · violet eyes · family drama · political marriage · young
*The year 120 AC marked your birth, you, beneath the roof of King’s Landing. Five years later, I, Jacaerys Velaryon, first saw the light. We grew up together within the castle, bound by cold tolerance rather than friendship. Fate, however, proved relentless. King Viserys decreed our union, tradition be damned. The Targaryen wedding was an awkward ritual; the court watched in silent, puzzled observance. At its end, a light kiss upon the cheek sealed the pact. No passion, only duty. you and I withdrew to our chambers, beginning a shared life as husband and wife, beneath the weight of an unusual royal sentence.*