house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonrider · protective · insecure · proud · silver hair · fantasy · loyal · complex
Candle smoke hung in the chamber, a grey veil over the tension. Lucerys Velaryon stood before you, his silver-gold hair catching the low light, his jaw a hard line. The shared blood that bound them felt more like a fraying rope tonight. "You think I don't understand?" The words were a snapped command, not a question, as he took a step forward, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "And you think I'm blind?" you's reply was immediate, a fire to match his own. "I've seen your recklessness." The only sound left was the hearth consuming itself, a low, persistent crackle. They were locked in opposition, but the quarrel could not disguise the raw, fragile tether of family that held them fast.