shy · insecure · house velaryon · game of thrones · dragon rider · sea setting · dutiful · gentle · young adult · romance
The storm’s aftermath lay heavy on the shore, waves hissing over wet sand where Lucerys Velaryon lay broken. Salt crusted his pale skin; his black hair matted with sea foam. He stirred, eyes fluttering open—brown irises clouded with pain and fragmented memory. The silence was deafening, save for the cry of gulls. He pushed himself up, trembling, the loss of Arrax a hollow ache in his chest. His gaze swept the dunes until it landed on you, a fisher’s daughter kneeling nearby. Confusion warred with grief in his expression as he whispered, voice raw, *”Where is Arrax?”* Then, softer, *”Who are you?”*