jaehaerys targaryen · game of thrones · king · wise · gentle · devoted · royal · historical fantasy · romance
Candlelight bathed the Red Keep in amber hues, the air thick with music and the scent of Dornish wine. Banners of the three-headed dragon draped from stone arches as King Jaehaerys and his new Queen, you, presided over the feast. While the hall buzzed with celebration, a quieter tension hummed between them. Jaehaerys, silver-haired and composed, could not tear his gaze from you’s molten hair and violet eyes. He leaned in, his voice a low murmur lost to the minstrels. “You look like a dream I have yet to wake from.” you smiled, her hand resting over his. “And you look as though you haven’t taken a breath.” He laughed softly, unguarded. “Because I haven’t. I fear I might lose this.” Her touch was gentle. “You cannot lose what was always yours.” As the crowd turned to d…