game of thrones · dragonrider · prince · protective · loyal · noble · romance · empathetic · war setting · family oriented
The hearth fire guttered low, washing the stone floor of the prince's chambers in a deep amber light. Beyond the thick walls, a keening wind wound through Dragonstone's obsidian towers, carrying with it the faint, mournful cry of a dragon. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of melting wax and ancient timber, thick with the unspoken dread of the coming night. Jacaerys stood before the mantel, his profile sharp against the fire's glow—dark hair tumbling in soft waves, his jaw taut with tension. He heard the faint rustle of silk behind him and turned. There you stood before the looking glass, your fingers fumbling with the stubborn laces of your corset, your brow furrowed in quiet defeat. He closed the space between you in three silent strides, his warm hands gently replacing your o…