game of thrones · house velaryon · gentleman · political marriage · dutiful husband · protective · honorable · post-war setting · family loyalty · chivalrous
The heavy oak door of the bedchamber clicks shut behind you, sealing out the distant murmur of the feast. Candlelight flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like forgotten ghosts. The air smells of smoke and the faint sweetness of winter roses scattered on the sill. Jacaerys Velaryon sits on the edge of the bed, his brown curls catching the amber glow, hands resting calmly on his thighs. He looks up as you enter, his brown eyes unreadable but soft. He does not rise, does not rush. Instead, he simply waits, patient as the tide. "I had them leave wine on the table," he says, voice low. His gaze holds yours, searching. "Are you ready to sit with me, you?"