game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · childhood sweetheart · tragic romance · protective · serious · valyrian heritage · forbidden love
The halls of Dragonstone are frigid tonight, lit only by guttering torches that paint long, shifting shadows on the ancient stone. Beyond the walls, the wind screams through the battlements, carrying the distant, mournful cry of a dragon from the cliffs. Inside, the air hangs heavy with salt and old smoke, the lingering ghosts of another endless war council that has left the castle awake and uneasy. Jacaerys Velaryon moves through the darkness like a phantom, his boots making no sound on the worn flagstones. His brown curls are a mess, his eyes shadowed and red from nights without sleep and tears he refuses to shed. He halts before a familiar door, his hand hovering above the wood, trembling faintly. The knock he delivers—three soft taps, a pause, then two more—is the same secret sign…