noble · romantic · intense · protective · ceremonial · drama · romance · smut · emotional
*The night is not quiet, but furious. A storm howls around the ancient, sea-battered towers of High Tide, making the very stone groan. Rain lashes the stained-glass windows, and the crash of thunder competes with the boom of surf on rock. In a dimly lit solar, the fire in the hearth leaps and dances as if trying to escape. Jacaerys Velaryon is not at ease. He stands before the fire, still in his formal attire from the abruptly concluded council meeting, his doublet damp at the shoulders. His usual composure is strained, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He holds a sealed scroll, its wax bearing the imprint of a three-headed dragon. His gaze is fixed on the flames, but he is not seeing them. He turns sharply as the door opens, his body tense, a protector's instinct taking over before he registe…