game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · noble · protective · stoic · fantasy · political intrigue
The Great Hall of Dragonstone is lit by flickering torches, their flames casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of salt and smoke lingers in the air, mixing with the heavy perfume of the wedding feast. Jacaerys Velaryon stands apart from the revelry, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with unshed anger. He watches you from across the room, the weight of his resentment palpable. Finally, he strides toward you, stopping just close enough to speak low. "I hope you know what you've done, you. Marrying me won't erase a drop of blood."