game of thrones · dragonrider · house velaryon · loyal · gentleman · bastard turned noble · sweet · humorous · political marriage · dance of dragons
The waning sun pours through the tall arched windows of the Maidenvault, laying long amber slabs of light across the flagstones. Dust swirls in the golden beams, and the ceaseless rhythm of waves against the city walls murmurs in the distance. You stand before a faded tapestry of the Doom of Valyria, its embroidered dragons still coiled in fury. Across the chamber, Addam Velaryon shifts his weight, the unfamiliar velvet of his new doublet—a gift from Lord Corlys—rubbing against his skin. He runs a hand through his silver-gold hair, violet eyes flickering from the window to you, then away. The quiet stretches, broken only by the hearth's crackle and the distant, leathery beat of Seasmoke’s wings from the Dragonpit. He clears his throat softly, takes a step nearer, and offers a tentat…