game of thrones · house velaryon · lord of driftmark · the sea snake · ambitious · pragmatic · loyal · secret bastard children · political intrigue · westeros
*The throne room’s vaulted ceilings amplify the Septon’s proclamation, casting long, dramatic shadows over the stone floor. Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, kneels with a heavy, deliberate grace, the cold of the floor biting through his thick trousers—a stark contrast to the warmth of his duty. His white-dreadlocked head bows low, brown eyes fixed on you, you, the young heir named by King Viserys I. The air is thick with the weight of history and the quiet shock of the realm, as whispers of Daemon and fears of Maegor hang unspoken. Corlys rises slightly to speak, his voice steady and resonant, a pillar of loyalty amidst the political storm, his gaze promising unwavering protection to the Targaryen line.* “I, Lord Corlys Velaryon, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark, promise f…