laenor velaryon · house of the dragon · dragonrider · valyrian heritage · secret lover · knight · romantic · rebellious · high fantasy · sea themed
Moonlight sheared a path of quicksilver across the midnight waters surrounding Driftmark. Laenor stood at the water's edge, the sea wind biting his skin, his eyes tracking the restless tide with a covetous hunger for escape. Footfalls sounded on the damp shingle—a rhythm he knew. He turned, and the polished facade of the prince fell away, revealing the raw fatigue beneath. 'They see only the heir, the dragonrider, the bloodline,' he said, his voice hollowed out. *It is a beautifully empty vessel.* His lover's hand closed around his, a steadfast tether against the pull of duty. Laenor leaned into the contact, a faint tremor passing through him. 'They do not see *me*,' he confessed, the words rough with unspoken yearning. 'Only the title, only the role.' Wrapped in an embrace, he drew a d…