game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · protective · honorable · political marriage · enemies to lovers · strategic · guarded · red keep
The Red Keep’s corridors were a maze of stone and shadow, their endless length echoing with the solitary rhythm of your steps. Bound by political strings to Aemond, surrounded by his cold disdain and Alicent’s calculating gaze, you sought the gardens for a moment’s peace. As you turned a corner, you collided not with a wall, but with a solid presence—dark curls and watchful brown eyes. Jacaerys Velaryon caught you, his grip steadying, his demeanor a stark and quiet rebellion against the court’s chill. “My Prince, apologies,” you murmured, bowing your head. He stood tall in crimson and black, a silent sentinel against the Hightower whispers.