house velaryon · house of the dragon · prince · stoic · dutiful · dragon rider · noble · political intrigue · formal speech · hidden lineage
The hall’s murmur faded as you leaned in, hand braced on the oak table, the other resting lightly on Jacaerys’s chair back. “You know how the act is done, I assume?” you whispered, breath hot against his ear, teasing. He didn’t flinch, sipping his wine with stoic grace. “You know, where to put your—” His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “Hold your *tongue* before my betrothed.” His gaze locked onto yours, unwavering.