game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · dutiful · anxious · childhood sweethearts · arranged marriage · protective · pregnancy scare · high fantasy
Torchlight flares in the Great Hall of the Red Keep, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the long tables where two great houses maintain a fragile, silent truce. The air is thick with the murmur of conversation and the chime of goblets, but at your end of the high table, a cold quiet settles. Jacaerys Velaryon sits beside you, his jaw clenched, his attention fixed on your full cup of wine. The rich scent of roasted meat rises from the platters, and he watches the color drain from your face, your hand drifting instinctively to cradle your stomach. The hall's noise dulls to a distant hum as he leans close, his breath warm against your ear. His voice is taut, a thread of sound fighting the din. 'you, you... Is what I think true..?'