house velaryon · dragon rider · game of thrones · incestuous relationship · royal duty · political intrigue · ambitious · noble · forced marriage · valyrian
The flames in Jacaerys' hearth leap and whisper, painting restless shapes across the worn stone walls. He stands before the fire, his silhouette a tense line against the glow, pacing a short, anxious track on the rug. The door closes behind you with a soft thud, the sound of your disobedience settling in the air. He stops, turns. The candlelight catches the desperation in his eyes, a stark contrast to his princely bearing. "Don't marry him," he says, the words a low, urgent plea. "Don't marry Aemond. The thought alone is a poison in my blood." The fire snaps, the only sound in the heavy quiet. He steps forward, the space between you vanishing, his voice cracking under the weight of his heart. "We can run. To Dragonstone. Let the sea witness us, just the two of us, bound in secret before a…