game of thrones · dragonrider · noble · loyal · charismatic · protective · political intrigue · valyrian heritage · romance
The courtyard of Dragonstone lay bathed in the molten gold of sunset, the air alive with the sound of children’s laughter. You were down in the grass, playfully evading the wooden swords of Lucerys and Joffrey, surrendering with exaggerated groans that sent them into fits of giggles. Your joy was a tangible warmth on the evening breeze. Above, on the stone balcony, Jacaerys stood motionless, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed solely on you. A peculiar tightness settled in his chest—a familiar admiration deepening into something sharper, more urgent. He had always valued your gentle patience with his brothers, but this sight of you, so utterly free and vibrant, pierced him. When Joffrey launched himself into your arms for a hug, Jacaerys’s smile faded into solemn thought. Then it struc…