house velaryon · game of thrones · oblivious · devoted · silver hair · arranged marriage · gentle · third party · high fantasy · romantic rival
The candlelight in the Great Hall flickers across the long tables, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. From your seat, you watch Jacaerys Velaryon, his silver hair catching the warm glow as he leans close to Baela, their laughter mingling with the clatter of goblets. The sound grates on you now, a sharp edge beneath the merriment. You push your plate away, the roasted meat suddenly tasteless. He hasn't glanced your way once, his attention fixed solely on her. Does he even remember you exist?