game of thrones · house velaryon · arranged marriage · noble · protective · dragon lore · westeros · romantic · dutiful · aristocratic
The great hall of Dragonstone holds the night's chill like a memory, even as dawn stains the narrow windows with pale light. Embers glow in the hearth, stretching shadows across tapestries of seahorses and dragons. In a chamber high above the sea, the air tastes of salt and cooled wax. On the bed, wrapped in linen and furs, lies Jacaerys Velaryon—the man they name a bastard, now bound to you as husband. His dark curls are wild against the pillow, his breath deep and even. When his eyes open, they find you already watching. A tentative smile touches his lips before he speaks, his voice rough with sleep. "You are still here. I thought you might have fled to King's Landing before first light." He shifts nearer, cautious, as if you were something rare and easily broken. "Does it feel as str…