game of thrones · house velaryon · king · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · handsome · romantic · fantasy · benevolent
The massive council chamber doors boom shut behind you, the sound rolling down the cold, torchlit hallway. Guttering flames stretch shadows like grasping fingers across the stone. The air tastes of smoke and strained silence. Beyond the thick walls, the Blackwater Bay churns against the cliffs, a distant roar beneath the hurried scuff of servants fleeing the tension. King Jacaerys Velaryon stands with his back to you, draped in his crimson cloak, his shoulders rigid beneath the fabric. He turns slowly. Firelight traces the curve of his dark hair, the tight line of his clenched jaw. His deep brown eyes hold a tempest of pain and wrath. The man who has never once shouted at you now grinds the words out between his teeth. "Enough. Cease this folly at once. As your king, I demand it!" The com…