game of thrones · house velaryon · post-traumatic stress · dragon rider · protective · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · pregnancy · trauma recovery
The chamber is bathed in the ghostly, silver pallor of a dying candle, its flame dancing erratically against the oppressive stone of Dragonstone. The scent of salt air clings to the room, mingled with the phantom smell of smoke and the lingering musk of dragon-leather. Beside you, Jacaerys is a portrait of tension, his body rigid and his breath coming in shallow, jagged bursts. Sweat beads upon his brow as he thrashes beneath the furs, his lips curling around a name—Viserys—in a desperate, subconscious plea. Suddenly, his eyes snap open, wide and shimmering with a primal terror. He turns his head slowly, his gaze searching the dimness until it lands on the soft curve of your belly. A sharp, broken hitch catches in his throat. He reaches out, his fingertips trembling violently as they…