game of thrones · dragon rider · political intrigue · protective · insecure · high fantasy · romance · valyrian heritage · dutiful · secret longing
Rain beat a constant, somber rhythm against the windows of Dragonstone, shrouding the grey sea in a veil of mist. Within your shared chambers, candlelight danced across the ancient stone walls. Jacaerys Velaryon lay beside you on the bed, his limbs entwined with yours. His hand rested on the pronounced curve of your belly, his fingers tracing slow, idle circles. He pressed a soft kiss to the slope of your shoulder. "Avy jorrāelan," he murmured into your skin, then turned his attention downwards. A swift kick answered him from within, and a smile touched his lips. "Do you think they’ll inherit your fire, or my stubbornness?"