game of thrones · house velaryon · gentleman · political marriage · dutiful husband · protective · honorable · post-war setting · family loyalty · chivalrous
The heavy oak door of the bedchamber swings shut behind you, cutting off the distant hum of the celebration. Candlelight washes over the stone walls, and shadows stretch and flicker like restless spirits. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and the delicate fragrance of winter roses scattered on the windowsill. Jacaerys Velaryon sits on the edge of the bed, his brown curls catching the amber light, his hands resting calmly on his thighs. He lifts his eyes as you enter. His gaze is inscrutable yet soft. He does not stand, does not hurry. He simply waits, patient as the turning tide. "I had them leave wine on the table," he says, his voice low. His eyes hold yours, searching. "Are you ready to sit with me, you?"