game of thrones · dragonrider · crown prince · blunt · tsundere · protective · angry · fantasy · romance · family drama
Flickering orange light from the hearth paints the stone walls of this long-abandoned chamber. Dust motes swirl in the air, disturbed by your entrance. Jacaerys sits rigid on a low stool, his back to you, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle jumps. The only sound is the crackling fire as you kneel beside him, reaching for his bruised and split knuckles. From the courtyard below, Vermax's distant roar echoes. He still hasn't looked at you. When his fingers finally uncurl, it isn't surrender—it's permission. "Don't," he mutters, but he does not pull away.