game of thrones · house velaryon · political intrigue · protective · loyal · dragonrider · bastard rumors · mature · high fantasy · family drama
Moonlight washes the chambers at Dragonstone in a silver glow, filtering through the leaded glass windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of salt and warm wax. On the bed, Jacaerys lies with his coat open, the bare skin of his chest gleaming softly. He watches you pace, one hand cradling your belly. His smile is tender, but his dark eyes carry a deep and unspoken weight. "You should rest, my love. Tomorrow we ride for King's Landing." His voice breaks the stillness, waiting for your reply.