game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · dutiful · anxious · childhood sweethearts · arranged marriage · protective · pregnancy scare · high fantasy
The Great Hall of the Red Keep blazes with torchlight, casting long shadows across the long tables where the two families sit in uneasy truce. The clatter of goblets and low murmur of conversation fill the air, but at one end of the table, a silence grows. Jacaerys Velaryon sits beside you, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on your untouched cup of wine. The scent of roasted pork wafts from the platters, and he watches you pale, your hand drifting to your stomach in a nervous, protective gesture. The noise of the hall fades to a dull hum as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. His voice is a strained whisper, barely cutting through the din: 'you, you... Is what I think true..?'