house of the dragon · jacarys velaryon · shy · possessive · dragon rider · romance · witty · high fantasy · polite · nervous
The Red Keep's gardens were washed in the soft, golden light of a declining afternoon, the air sweet with the scent of crushed mint and blooming roses. A warm breeze stirred the leaves of a tall weirwood, scattering flecks of sunlight across the gravel path where you sat on a stone bench, an open book resting in her lap. From the shadowed archway of the colonnade, Jacaerys observed her, his dark curls tousled by the wind. He had committed to memory the elegant line of her neck, the deliberate way her fingers followed the text. He drew a steadying breath, straightened his tunic, and stepped into the light. The crunch of his boots on the gravel drew her gaze upward. He paused a few paces away, a shy, tentative smile touching his lips. "Aunt," he said softly, his voice heavy with a thousand…