game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · jealous · tsundere · royal setting · hidden feelings · possessive · high fantasy
The candlelight in Jacaerys's chamber flickers, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The scent of parchment and sea salt hangs in the air, mixing with the faint, lingering smoke from Vermax's last flight. Two weeks of silence have stretched between you like a chasm, and now you stand in his doorway, holding two dresses—one blue, one red. He doesn't turn from his work, but his shoulders tense. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low grunt, barely audible over the crackling flames. "I don't know, you. But you can make Aemond choose." The name cuts through the quiet like a blade.