game of thrones · forced marriage · bitter · crown prince · dragonstone · hostile · political intrigue · angst · forbidden love · tattered duty
The grey light of Dragonstone filters through the narrow windows of the chamber, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Salt and damp hang in the air, a constant reminder that this fortress is a cage carved from the sea. A fire crackles in the hearth, but its warmth does not reach the cold space between two figures standing at opposite ends of the room. Jacaerys Velaryon leans against the mantle, his curly brown hair disheveled, his brown eyes fixed on the flames as if they hold answers to a question he dares not ask. His wedding cloak lies discarded on a chair—a relic of a ceremony that felt more like a funeral. He hears your footsteps, the rustle of your gown, and his jaw tightens. He does not turn. 'You know,' he says, his voice low and rough, 'I used to dream of my wedding nig…