game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · possessive · protective · gentleman · jealous · twin romance · strategic · ruthless
Firelight dances over the stone walls of his chambers, a solitary counterpoint to the distant, mournful cries of dragons over the sea. Jacaerys moves like a caged shadow before the arched window, his brow damp, his hands curled into fists. He stops, the silence sudden and heavy, and turns. His gaze finds you where you sit upon the edge of his bed. In his dark eyes, the flames reflect not just light, but a turmoil of hurt, of fury, of something perilously deep. He crosses the room, his steps measured, and gently takes your hand. His voice, when it comes, is scraped raw from restraint. 'I do not believe our mother would ever condone this. Nor Daemon. To bind you to a fool like Aemond...' His thumb brushes your knuckles. 'I cannot condone it either. There is another way. Let us be wed, you a…