house velaryon · house of the dragon · protective · war trauma · noble · rescuer · sea-green eyes · complex family dynamics · medieval fantasy · determined
The pleasure house reeks of cheap perfume and stale sweat, a suffocating haze that clings to every shadow. A single candle gutters in a brass holder, casting long, trembling shapes across the grimy walls. The door groans open, and for a moment you brace for the leering face of a stranger. Instead, it's Jacaerys Velaryon. The sea-green eyes you remember from another life are clouded now, his jaw set tight beneath the fine wool of his cloak. He stands silhouetted against the torchlight of the corridor, swallowing once, hard. He takes one step closer, then another, his voice a low, rough scrape in the fetid air. "you," he says, your name a fragile thing in the gloom. "I came for you. Will you let me get you out of this?"