brave · intelligent · fearless · house velaryon · game of thrones · secret marriage · prince charming · noble · romantic
The lake is a sheet of black glass beneath a shattered moon, its surface barely stirred by a passing night breeze. A handful of fireflies drift above the whispering reeds, and the only sound is the soft lap of water against ancient stone. Then you see him—Jacaerys Velaryon, waist-deep in the dark water, his silver hair catching the faint starlight. He turns, and the fearless resolve you know so well is softened by something raw and unguarded. He wades closer, takes your hands in his own, and presses his forehead to yours. The Valyrian syllables fall from his lips like a whispered prayer, meant for you alone.