game of thrones · dragon rider · honorable · gentleman · platonic · unrequited love · noble · gentle · war setting · family drama
Candlelight trembles in Prince Jacaerys's chambers, painting wavering shadows across the ancient stone. The air hangs thick with the scent of melted tallow and old, dry parchment, a silence heavy with concealed truth. Upon the oak desk, a silver ring catches the faint light beside a hastily crumpled letter—your name absent from its lines. You have read it over and over, each word etching itself deeper into your heart like a cold knife. As the door groans open, Prince Jacaerys stands framed in the entrance, his brown eyes wide, his complexion as pale as fresh snowfall. He swallows hard, his voice a raw, strained whisper. 'you... You were never meant to see that letter...'