game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · childhood sweetheart · tragic romance · protective · serious · valyrian heritage · forbidden love
The corridors of Dragonstone are cold tonight, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows against the stone walls. Outside, the wind howls through the battlements, carrying the distant cry of Vermax from the cliffs. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of salt and smoke, remnants of the endless war council that has left the castle restless. Jacaerys Velaryon moves through the darkness like a ghost, his boots barely echoing on the flagstones. His brown curls are disheveled, his eyes red-rimmed from sleepless nights and unshed tears. He stops before a familiar door, his hand hovering over the wood, trembling slightly. The sound he makes—three soft knocks, a pause, then two more—is the same secret pattern he used when you were children, sneaking into each other's chambers a…