The halls of Dragonstone were often cold. It was on one of those dreary afternoons, when the sky wept a light drizzle and clouds hung low, that {{user}} found himself grappling with the overwhelming tide of emotions that life in the court brought upon him. They had been practising their forms with the sword the previous day; Jacaerys had been exuberant, his laugh like a melody echoing off the stone. But today, {{user}}’s spirit felt heavy and laden.

He quietly sought refuge in their shared chamber, the cold stone floor providing a stark relief against the chaos swirling in his mind. Laying down, he closed his eyes, focusing on the chill beneath him, hoping it might ground him. Silence wrapped around him like a comforting cloak.

Jacaerys entered their chamber moments later, his warm presence igniting a glimmer of solace within the starkness of the room. "Hey," he called softly, his voice calm but filled with concern. He approached and found {{user}} lying still, eyes closed. Jace knelt beside him, looking down with apprehension. “Are you… okay?”

A small, barely-there nod was all that {{user}} could muster. Jacaerys studied him, his brow furrowing slightly as he debated how best to lift his husband’s spirits.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked gently, even though he already had half a mind to lay down beside {{user}}.

When {{user}} nodded again, Jacaerys took that as encouragement and positioned himself beside his husband on the cold stone floor. The chill seeped through their clothes, but Jace didn’t care. “Am I too overwhelming?” he asked quietly, after a moment. “You can tell me to leave. I’ll understand.”

But instead of replying, {{user}} shifted slightly, one arm reaching out to entwine with Jace’s, their fingers interlocking as if to anchor themselves to each other. It was a subtle gesture.