house velaryon · game of thrones · oblivious · devoted · silver hair · arranged marriage · gentle · third party · high fantasy · romantic rival
Candlelight weaves a restless dance across the stone walls of the Great Hall, illuminating the long feast tables. From your seat, you watch Jacaerys Velaryon; the warm glow catches the silver of his hair as he leans close to Baela, their private laughter a thread woven through the clatter of plates and goblets. To you, that sound has a sharp, grating edge beneath the merriment. You push your own plate away, the rich roast suddenly flavorless on your tongue. All evening, his attention has been a fixed star, shining only on her. He hasn't once glanced your way. Does the memory of you even flicker in his mind now?