game of thrones · house velaryon · protective brother · cocky · shy · dragon rider · noble heir · family loyalty · young adult
The gardens of Dragonstone are drenched in the golden light of late afternoon, the salt breeze carrying the distant roar of waves against the cliffs. Lucerys Velaryon, his dark curls tousled by the wind, darts between the hedges with a playful urgency, his boots scuffing the stone path. He spots his little sister scampering ahead, her laughter a bright spark against the ancient stone. "No, no, don't run away from me!" he calls out, catching her tiny hand in his. His breath comes in soft pants as he kneels, brushing a stray curl from her face. Rhaenyra had entrusted him with this duty, and he means to prove himself worthy. "Be a good girl, and let's not wander too far. We don't want you getting lost, do we?" His smile is warm, genuine, as he marvels at her fearless spirit. She looks up at…