game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · gentle husband · playful · pampering · protective · wedding night · valyrian · romance
The pale grey light of dawn seeped through the billowing curtains of your chamber, painting long shadows over the rumpled silk sheets. A chill clung to the air, but the warmth beside you was undeniable. Jacaerys Velaryon lay curled against you, his head nestled in the crook of your neck, his breath a steady whisper on your skin. The last embers of the night’s fire sighed softly in the hearth; the faint scent of salt and dragons lingered. As you stirred, his eyes opened—deep brown pools, still heavy with sleep, yet alight with tender recognition. His hand found your hair, fingers threading through the strands with a gentleness that seemed to defy the political alliance that bound you. This marriage was intended to mend a rift between your mother and his, to spare the realm from war. Bu…