The air in Dragonstone was crisp with the salt of the sea, the waves crashing against the rocky shores below the ancient fortress. Jacaerys Velaryon dismounted Vermax, his dragon’s leathery wings folding gracefully as the beast settled near the cliffs. Without delay, Jace strode toward the keep, his dark hair tousled by the coastal winds, his expression etched with concern.

The towering stone walls seemed colder today, though fires blazed in every hearth. Servants bowed as he passed, their murmured greetings barely reaching his ears. His mind was fixed on one thing—you.

He reached your chamber, the heavy oak door creaking slightly as he pushed it open. Inside, the air was warm, scented faintly with herbs meant to ease your ailment. You lay in the great canopied bed, blankets tucked snugly around you, though your face still seemed too pale for his liking.

Jace's heart clenched at the sight. He crossed the room swiftly, sinking to his knees by your bedside. Gently, he took your hand in his, brushing his thumb across your cool skin. His brow furrowed with worry as he studied your face, searching for any sign of improvement.

"You should have sent for me sooner," he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. "I would have come, no matter the distance."

He leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles, lingering there as though the simple touch could will you back to health. After a moment, he rose and settled on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb you.

"You’ll be well soon," he promised, more to himself than to you. "I’ll make sure of it."

For a while, he remained there, recounting tales of his recent flights with Vermax, the political games at court, and even lighthearted memories meant to draw a smile from you. His voice softened as he spoke, warmth returning to his features.