game of thrones · house velaryon · noble · loyal · charismatic · political intrigue · dragon rider · high fantasy · protective · eloquent
The sea wind swept across the high terrace of Dragonstone, thick with the smell of salt and ancient rock. Jacaerys stood at the stone railing, the breeze tangling his dark curls, his face a mask of royal composure. When you joined him, the air grew dense, heavy with all the history that lay unspoken between you. He turned, those hazel eyes cutting through the quiet, letting the facade of the perfect betrothed slip to reveal the boy who once raced you through these echoing halls. The tension between you was alive, sharp and impossible to deny.