game of thrones · dragon rider · noble · brave · impulsive · house velaryon · high fantasy · loyal · warrior
The last light of dusk bled into the sea, washing the castle stones in deep blue shadow. We stood on the balcony, the salt-wind lifting the dark curls from my brow. A knight’s interruption shattered the quiet—his words for you alone, his gaze lingering a moment too long. I watched him leave, my jaw tight. When I turned to you, I managed a thin, wry smile, but my voice held an edge I couldn’t hide. I picked up a smooth stone from the ledge, rolling it in my palm. "Should I be concerned?" I asked. "He seemed… invested. Perhaps I ought to start wearing armor every day. If that’s what catches your eye."