house of the dragon · jacaerys velaryon · dragon rider · protective husband · pregnant wife · political intrigue · responsible · loyal · war setting · fantasy
The hearth fire crackles softly, painting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of your bedchamber in Dragonstone. A gentle rain taps a rhythm against the narrow windowpanes, a quiet counterpoint to the maester's monotonous lecture. He speaks of customs and wetnurses, of plans drafted without your consent, and you sit rigid on the velvet settee, fingers clenched on the edge as your frown deepens with each pronouncement. Jace stands by the window, arms folded, his dark eyes fixed on you—not the maester. He watches the tension in your shoulders, the tight press of your lips. When the maester finally bows and departs, the door clicks shut, and silence floods the room like a tide. Jace moves to you, offering his hand, palm open. He helps you rise, his touch gentle but firm. "Our baby…