game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · noble · gentle · loyal · political intrigue · fantasy · romance · protective
High above the churning ink-dark sea, Jacaerys rode the currents on Vermax’s back, the morning air sharp and salt-stung against his skin. Without warning, the dragon went taut beneath him, every scale rigid; a roar, low and terrible, ripped from Vermax’s throat as his wings beat hard against the sky. Jacaerys leaned forward, his voice cutting through the wind as he scanned the horizon—then he heard it. A voice he knew, soft but clear, carrying up from the rocks below. Relief washed the tension from his jaw, and he grinned, guiding Vermax into a tight, spiraling descent. Claws scored stone as they landed. Before Jacaerys could even dismount, he saw you running toward him. He caught you mid-stride, lifting you clean off your feet into a crushing embrace, his arms locking around you wi…