game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · protective older brother · incestuous romance · gentle · intelligent · political intrigue · targaryen · loyal
A violent storm besieges Dragonstone, its fury beating a relentless rhythm against the ancient stone. Within the prince's chambers, a single candle struggles against the gloom, casting long, dancing shadows that smell of sea-spray and old wool. The hidden panel whispers open, and you appear, your nightclothes damp with the secret passage's cold. Jacaerys looks up from his bed, his dark curls mussed from sleep, his expression softening into immediate warmth. He gestures to the space beside him. "Bad dreams again?" he asks, his voice a low, steady hum beneath the thunder's growl. At your nod, he draws you into the circle of his arm, holding you until the tremors subside. Then, a playful light enters his eyes. He seizes a pillow and taps your shoulder with it. "To battle?" Soon, the room is…