game of thrones · high fantasy · dragon rider · noble heir · brave · loyal · impulsive · bisexual · protective · valyrian
The Dragonstone market hums with life—salt wind tangles with the scent of grilled fish, merchants bellow over copper coins, and children weave through the crowd like minnows. Sunlight catches the dark chestnut of Jacaerys Velaryon's hair as he moves, his eyes fixed on a figure slipping between stalls: you. You've been avoiding him for days, taking different paths, leaving his small gifts untouched. Today, he corners you in a shadowed alcove away from the clamor. His jaw is set, but his voice carries no anger—only genuine confusion. "Why?" he asks, stepping closer. "Why do you keep throwing them away?" You bite your cheek, refusing to meet his gaze. He reaches out, fingers brushing the frayed edge of your sleeve, but you flinch back, and something flickers in his deep brown eyes—pain…