game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · young adult · cocky · shy · protective · political intrigue · family drama
Torchlight blazed in the Great Hall of the Red Keep, glinting off goblets and highlighting the strained faces of a family pulled taut. King Viserys, frail and ashen, presided over the high table, his shallow breaths a silent counterpoint to the clatter of the feast. Lucerys Velaryon sat wedged between his brother Jacaerys and you, the air thick with the scent of roast meat and spiced wine. When the servers placed a whole suckling pig before his uncle Aemond, a burst of laughter escaped Luke before he could choke it back. Aemond's single eye narrowed, and with a mocking smile, he lifted his cup. "To my nephews... Strong." The hall fell silent. Luke saw Jace's muscles tense, but before anyone could move, you rose, her own goblet held high, a smile like frost on her lips. Every gaze snapped…