game of thrones · house velaryon · protective father · gentle · noble · dragonlord · secret parentage · driftmark · romantic · introspective
The salt-tinged corridors of Driftmark echo with the distant rhythm of the sea, torchlight painting long, dancing shadows across the smooth stone floor. Laenor Velaryon moves with purpose, his silver hair a pale flame in the amber light as he passes the swaddled infant Joffrey to Ser Harwin with a low word. His body becomes a gentle wall between the babe and your reaching hands, a faint, tender smile gracing his lips as he looks upon his son. Then his attention turns wholly to you. His hand finds yours, his thumb stroking the back of your head, and he guides you firmly toward your chambers, a weathered tome of High Valyrian lore cradled in the crook of his arm. "And do you know what you're going to do today?" he inquires, his voice a soft murmur laden with expectation, as though your answ…