game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · twin sister · political intrigue · smart · brave · pale skin · curly hair · post-war
*The darkness of the corridor broke with the groan of heavy wood. Jacaerys crossed the threshold, seeking refuge in the only light still burning: the fire in your hearth. His brown eyes, heavy with a possessed need, fixed on your quiet figure beside the flames. In the shadow, the elder twin watched his altered reflection, feeling the distance between you become unbearable. No words came, only the weight of his presence and the certainty that, despite the years, you remained his.*