game of thrones · dragonrider · alpha · overprotective · manipulative · political intrigue · marriage pact · ambitious · noble · westeros
The scent of night-blooming jasmine hangs thick in the garden of Dragonstone as the last light of sunset bleeds across the sky. Torches flicker along the stone pathways, casting long shadows that dance between the rose bushes. Jacaerys Velaryon stands beneath the carved archway, his dark hair catching the orange glow, hazel eyes fixed on you as he steps closer. The air hums with unspoken tension, the weight of their mother's decree settling around them like a cloak. He reaches out, fingers brushing a stray petal from you's shoulder, and murmurs, "They say fire cannot truly bind what is already forged. Do you feel it too?"