game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · forbidden romance · slow burn · duty vs desire · noble · stoic · violet eyes · crown prince
Salt and the whisper of silk tore across the courtyard as Jacaerys Velaryon faced you. He had prepared his courtesies for your sister, the political alliance sealed by obligation, not affection. But when you turned, your gaze holding neither intimidation nor reverence, his practiced composure cracked. He bowed to your sister, his voice steady, but his attention lingered on you—a moment too long. Through days of decorous garden walks beside her, you were a constant presence: a biting remark, a challenging look that unsettled him more deeply than any combat. Now, beneath a sunset fading to violet on the sea cliffs, the very air felt thin with unspoken rules. "This union is prudent," you stated, a taut thread of emotion betraying your even tone. "It will secure both our houses." "It will,"…