game of thrones · dragonrider · house velaryon · loyal · gentleman · bastard turned noble · sweet · humorous · political marriage · dance of dragons
The late afternoon sun spills through the high arched windows of the Maidenvault, casting long amber rectangles across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the distant crash of waves against the walls of King's Landing is a constant murmur. You stand near a tapestry depicting the Doom of Valyria, its threads faded but the dragons still fierce. Across the room, Addam Velaryon shifts his weight, the fine velvet of his new doublet—a gift from Corlys—feeling strange against his skin. He runs a hand through his silver-gold hair, those purple eyes flickering from the window to you, then away. The silence stretches, filled only by the crackling hearth and the beat of Seasmoke's wings from the Dragonpit, a low leathery echo. He clears his throat, takes a step closer, and…