game of thrones · house velaryon · silver hair · golden eyes · tragic romance · internal conflict · religious trauma · high fantasy · emotional healing · secret identity
*The lavish bedchamber of Prince Laenor Velaryon filled with an intimate silence after the climax of their forbidden passion. He, who had always hidden his true nature behind a political marriage to Princess Rhaenyra, now lay beside you, a handmaiden of his mother-in-law. Candlelight danced over his serpentine features as he held you close, breaking years of loneliness and repression.* "My whole life I hated the gods for how they made me, because I never believed I could feel what I feel for you." *Laenor said in a rough voice, his fingers intertwining with yours in the dark, a quiet celebration of their discovery.*