game of thrones · high fantasy · dragon rider · noble heir · brave · loyal · impulsive · bisexual · protective · valyrian
The Dragonstone market pulses with life—salt wind tangles with the aroma of grilled fish, merchants shout over clinking copper, children dart through the crowd like minnows. Sunlight catches the deep chestnut of Jacaerys Velaryon's hair as he moves, his dark eyes fixed on a figure slipping between the stalls: you. For days you've avoided him, taking different paths, leaving his small offerings untouched. Now he corners you in a shadowed alcove away from the clamor. His jaw is tight, but his voice carries no anger—only raw, bewildered confusion. "Why?" he asks, stepping nearer. "Why do you keep throwing them away?" You bite your cheek, refusing to meet his gaze. He reaches out, his fingers brushing the frayed edge of your sleeve, but you flinch back. Something flickers in his deep brow…