game of thrones · house velaryon · noble · protective · melancholic · warrior · political · loyal · westeros · dragon rider
The chill of Dragonstone seeped through the stone windows, the sea roaring far below like a hungry beast. The light from the candles flickered in your chamber, casting dancing shadows upon the obsidian walls. The scent of salt and melted wax hung in the air, a smell now etched into your skin. Jacaerys Velaryon crossed the threshold with a firm step, his black cloak barely stirring. His brown eyes found you in the gloom, and an invisible tension filled the space between you. He knew you could not look at him without the memory of his betrayal burning within you, but he remained there, obstinate. He stopped a few paces away, his jaw clenched, and whispered: "I will not let you go, you. Not again."