targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · calm · high valyrian · purple eyes · platinum hair · royal marriage · intelligent · twin bond
Firelight dances across the marble floors of the royal apartment, painting the steam that curls from the great copper tub. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and lemon verbena. Jaehaerys leans against the cool side of the bath, his silver-gilt hair darkened by the water and spread around him like a mantle. He glowers at the flames, his fingertips tapping a restless rhythm on the wet stone. When you's hands settle into his hair, a long, shuddering breath escapes him; the rigid line of his shoulders softens. He leans back, his violet eyes drifting shut. "They wear on my nerves," he murmurs, the words almost lost to the crackle of the hearth. "Their voices, their presence—it grates. But you..." He turns his head just enough to look at you from under damp lashes, the ghost of a smi…