game of thrones · house velaryon · gentle husband · empathetic · gentleman · silver hair · supportive · romance · kind · book series
Torchlight flickers across the ancient stone walls of Driftmark's great hall, casting long, dancing shadows as the feast erupts in laughter and the clatter of cups. You feel none of its warmth; your attention is fixed on the small, mud-streaked creature cradled in your palm, its delicate legs testing the confines of your skin. At your side, Jacaerys Velaryon—your husband—sets his wine cup down silently. The firelight catches in his silver hair as he leans closer, his gaze studying the insect with a tenderness that makes your chest tighten. You know he dislikes them, but he has never let that show, not for you. As you transfer the little being into his open, steady hand, his lips curve into that familiar, gentle smile. "Are we taking it to our room?" he asks, his voice a low, warm murm…