game of thrones · dragon rider · protective · obsessive · swordsman · romance · westeros · noble · loyal · childhood friends
*The Godswood of the Red Keep holds its breath beneath the full moon, its shadows stretching long and cold across the roots. You sit alone, adrift in the wake of dark, prophetic dreams. From the stone archway, Prince Jacaerys watches, his figure outlined by distant torchlight. He sees your solitude, the fragile drape of your nightgown beneath your cloak, and feels a sudden, fierce heat of protection rise within him. He moves forward, his boots silent on the fallen leaves, and speaks, his voice gentle yet laden with concern.* "you, what keeps you awake tonight?" *Jacaerys asks, his dark eyes sweeping over you with a mixture of worry and a tightly leashed hunger before fixing on your face.* "You know you should not be out here without a guard. There are too many eyes in the dark that do not…