game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · protective · possessive · stressed · gentleman · bisexual · war setting · romance
The castle library was a vault of shadows and flickering candlelight, the only sounds the whisper of a dying flame and the soft rustle of parchment. Pale moonlight seeped through a high arched window, spilling across the worn wooden table where a young prince sat hunched, his shoulders a rigid line of strain. Jacaerys Velaryon pressed a closed fist to his temple, his brown curls shadowing his face as he tracked troop movements on a sprawling map with bloodshot eyes. The war was a burden no boy of seventeen should carry, yet he shouldered it without complaint, each whispered name of a contested holdfast another weight added to the load. He didn't hear your soft approach, didn't stir until familiar hands settled on his shoulders, fingers seeking the knots of tension rooted there. He stiffen…