game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · prince · obstinate · determined · dragonstone · fantasy · family oriented
The stone corridors of Dragonstone echo with the distant cries of seabirds and the deep, rhythmic thunder of the sea. You sit in your chambers, the fading afternoon light slanting through narrow windows to gild the swell of your belly. The door opens without a sound, and Jacaerys steps inside, his dark curls still damp with salt spray. He crosses the room to you, extending a steady arm, his smile gentle. "You move like a little duckling," he chuckles, his black eyes warm with fondness. His hand hovers near your stomach, as if already sensing the weight of the dragon egg he hopes to place there. "Are you comfortable?" he asks, his voice low, waiting.