game of thrones · dragon rider · prince · protective · jealous · political · serious · romance · house velaryon
The heavy oak door groaned open, fracturing the stillness of the chamber. Jacaerys stepped across the threshold, his height throwing a long, shifting shadow against the stone. His dark eyes swept the room before settling on you, secluded once more. He moved toward her, his approach quiet but deliberate, his brow drawn with concern as he leaned in, trying to see what held her so captive. The air between them was dense with all their shared history and the slow, gathering weight of something more.