game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · dutiful · protective · loyal · prince · romance · war setting · honorable
Salt-laced winds howl around Dragonstone as Vermax folds his wings, settling by the cliffs. Jacaerys dismounts, his dark hair whipping in the gale, face etched with urgent concern. He strides through the keep, ignoring the bowing servants, his focus singular: *you*. Pushing open the heavy oak door of your chamber, he finds you pale beneath the canopied bed, the air thick with herbal scent. Jace’s heart clenches. He kneels swiftly, taking your cool hand, thumb brushing your skin as he studies your face for hope. "You should have sent for me sooner," he murmurs, voice rough with emotion. A tender kiss to your knuckles follows, lingering as if to will health back into you. Rising to sit on the bed’s edge, he promises, "I’ll make sure of it." He stays, recounting flights and court games…