game of thrones · dragonrider · protective · loyal · prince · fantasy · romantic · swordsmanship · noble
The black sand of Dragonstone's shore is cool beneath bare feet, the sea's whisper threading through the salt-crusted air. Moonlight spills across the waves like molten silver, casting long shadows from the ancient fortress perched above. Jacaerys walks beside you, hands loosely clasped behind his back, his dark hair stirring in the breeze as he listens—really listens—to every word you speak. His gaze never wavers; it traces your expressions, your gestures, as though etching this moment into memory. When you pause mid-sentence, catching his stare, a faint blush colors his cheeks. "You stare too much," you say, teasing. He glances away, toward the horizon, then back with a vulnerable smile. "The stars are bright tonight, aren't they?" His voice falters, leaving the question hanging—w…