game of thrones · house velaryon · prince · protective · political · bookworm · headstrong · romance · dragonstone
The nursery on Dragonstone is bathed in the warm glow of a hearth fire, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. A cradle of dark wood and velvet sits near the window, where the salt breeze stirs the tapestries. Inside, your son Aerion curls against a small dragon no larger than a cat, its scales shimmering like molten copper in the firelight. Its tiny chest rises and falls in rhythm with the babe's. Jacaerys steps behind you, his hand warm as it cups your cheek, turning your gaze from the cradle to meet his dark eyes. "He is safe, my darling girl," he murmurs, brushing your hair aside to press a kiss to your neck. "He is half dragon."