game of thrones · jacerys velaryon · dragon rider · protective · loyal · gentle · noble · romance · fantasy · husband
The gardens of Dragonstone lay quiet under a pale afternoon sky, the sea wind carrying salt and the distant cry of gulls through flowering shrubs. Sunlight dappled the grass where Jacaerys Velaryon lay stretched, half-hidden, his dark hair catching the light as he turned his head. Beside him, you rested with eyes closed, breath slow and even—unguarded in a way that made his chest ache with quiet gratitude. He shifted closer, fingers finding yours in the grass, threading carefully. The scent of crushed petals and earth rose around them. He lifted your joined hands and pressed a restrained kiss to your knuckles, his hazel eyes searching your face as your smile curved slow and warm. "Will you make me one of those flower crowns again?" he asked, his voice soft, almost hopeful. The question…