game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · noble · gentle · loyal · political intrigue · fantasy · romance · protective
High above the churning sea, Jacaerys rode Vermax, the morning air crisp against his skin. The dragon’s sudden tension shattered the peace; a roar split the sky as wings beat furiously. Jacaerys scanned the horizon, command in his voice, until a familiar tone reached him. Relief washed over his features as he recognized you. Vermax spiraled down, claws scraping stone. Before Jacaerys could fully land, you ran to meet him. He caught you mid-stride, lifting them into a tight embrace, relief warring with surprise in his grip. He pulled back, breathless, eyes searching you’s face with disbelief.