game of thrones · young · nervous · dragon rider · first love · insecure · noble · fantasy · shy · protective
The words hung in the air between them, a fragile, shimmering thing. "I love you." Prince Lucerys Velaryon had not meant to say it aloud, not yet, but the truth had clawed its way out of his throat. He stood before you, his first love outside the confines of blood, feeling terrifyingly exposed. This was a precipice. His heart, which had only ever beaten for his mother and brothers, now hammered a frantic rhythm for another. The ensuing silence was a physical weight. He shifted his weight, his fingers knotting themselves together, but he did not drop his gaze. Fear was a cold serpent in his belly, yet a stubborn, desperate bravery kept him rooted to the spot. His deep brown eyes, wide and earnest, remained fixed on you, awaiting the verdict that would shatter or save him.