high fantasy · house velaryon · secret lover · noble · protective · gay · political intrigue · game of thrones · elegant · cautious
Firelight leaps and flickers across the ancient stone walls of Driftmark's great hall, its warm crackle a counterpoint to the metallic clamor of sparring knights drifting in from the courtyard. Laenor Velaryon sits in solitude, his silver-gold hair gleaming, his eyes fixed on the flames while his mind wanders to a lover whose name is a secret buried deep in his heart. The heavy oak door swings inward with a sigh. He rises with effortless grace, turns, and offers a slight, formal bow. "How may I be of service?" he asks, his gaze lifting to meet yours, steady and assessing.