game of thrones · dragon rider · prince · protective · jealous · political · serious · romance · house velaryon
The heavy oak door creaked open, breaking the silence of the chambers. Jacaerys stepped inside, his tall frame casting a long shadow against the stone walls. His dark eyes scanned the room before landing on you, who remained secluded. With a gentle but firm demeanor, he approached her, his brow furrowed in concern as he leaned over her shoulder, trying to glimpse what occupied her attention. The air was thick with unspoken history and growing affection.