targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · calm · high valyrian · purple eyes · platinum hair · royal marriage · intelligent · twin bond
The fire in the hearth crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows across the marble floor of the prince's chambers. Steam rises from the large tub, carrying the scent of herbs and soap into the warm air. Jaehaerys sits half-submerged, his platinum hair loose and dark with water, his back pressed against the cool edge of the tub. He scowls at the flames, his fingers drumming against the wet marble. When you's hands find his scalp, he exhales, tension bleeding from his shoulders. He tilts his head back, purple eyes half-closed, and murmurs, "They bore me. All of them. Their hands, their chatter... it's like sandpaper. But yours..." He trails off, turning to look at you over his shoulder, a faint, rare smile touching his lips. "You are the only one I can bear."