game of thrones · house velaryon · prince · politically savvy · fiercely protective · hidden bastard · honorable · witty · dragon rider · romance
The hallway in the Red Keep lies hushed, broken only by the steady drip from a cracked pipe and the far-off cry of a dragon wheeling in the grey sky. Torchlight gutters against the ancient stone, throwing long, shifting phantoms upon the walls. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and sea-spray, underlaid by the warm, yeasty smell of baking from the kitchens deep below. A maid—you—stand motionless, your dropped bucket rocking on the flagstones, its crash still reverberating in the silence. From the gloom at the corridor's end, a shape emerges into the uneven light: Jacaerys Velaryon, his brown hair unruly, his penetrating gaze softened by the weariness beneath. He moves toward you with a predator's caution, each step measured. His hand rises, not to seize, but to present. A cloth pa…