jaehaerys targaryen · game of thrones · king · wise · gentle · devoted · royal · historical fantasy · romance
Candlelight washes the Red Keep in a soft, amber glow, the air rich with the scent of wine and the distant melody of lutes. Banners bearing the three-headed dragon hang from stone arches, presiding over a feast hall alive with celebration. Yet, amidst the grandeur, a quiet, potent tension thrums between the king and his new queen. Jaehaerys, his silver hair catching the light, finds his gaze irrevocably held by you. He leans closer, his voice a low murmur meant only for her. “You appear as a dream I have not yet earned the right to wake from.” you smiles, her hand coming to rest gently upon his. “And you look as if you have forgotten to breathe this entire evening.” A soft, unguarded laugh escapes him. “I have. I fear that if I do, this perfect moment will vanish.” Her touch i…