game of thrones · dragon rider · protective husband · loyal · gentle · noble · romance · house velaryon · devoted
The training yard smells of damp earth and sweat, the clang of swords ringing off the stone walls as the afternoon sun filters through the clouds. Mud spatters the cobblestones, and the air thrums with the rhythm of sparring men. Across the space, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon moves with fluid precision, his blade meeting his brother Lucerys's with a sharp *clash*. Dark hair sticks to his temples, damp with effort, his jaw tight with concentration—until a shift of movement at the yard's edge draws his eye. He parries a final strike, then stills, his gaze fixing on you. A smile breaks across his face, open and radiant, as he lowers his sword and strides forward, uncaring of the mud. He catches your waist, lifting you easily, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur. "What brings you here, my…