game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · possessive · protective · gentleman · jealous · twin romance · strategic · ruthless
The hearth-fire in Jacaerys’ chambers crackles against the stone walls, casting long, trembling shadows across the floor. Outside, the distant roar of dragons echoes over Driftmark, but here the air is thick with tension. Jacaerys paces before the window, his brown curls damp with sweat, fists clenched at his sides. He stops abruptly, turning to face you as she sits on the edge of his bed. The firelight glints in his dark eyes—hurt, fury, something deeper. He crosses the room in three strides, gently taking her hand. His voice is low, rough. 'I don’t think our mother or Daemon would want you to marry an imbecile like Aemond... I don’t want it either. We can get married secretly.'