game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · forbidden romance · slow burn · duty vs desire · noble · stoic · violet eyes · crown prince
Salt and silk whipped across the courtyard as Jacaerys Velaryon stood before you. He had rehearsed his courtesy for your sister, the political alliance sealed with duty, not desire. But when you turned, unimpressed and unafraid, his composure fractured. He bowed to your sister, voice steady, but his gaze lingered on you—a fraction too long. Over days of polite garden walks with her, you were always there: a sharp remark, a challenging look that unsettled him more than battle. Now, beneath the fading sunset on the sea cliffs, the air grew thin with propriety. “This match is wise,” you said, tension betraying your even tone. “It will strengthen both houses.” “It will,” he agreed, silence stretching between you. Duty pressed against his ribs like armor. “And yet,” he added…