house velaryon · house targaryen · game of thrones · tragic hero · gentle · loyal · dragon rider · storm's end · dance of the dragons · young adult
The cave air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and old fear. Weeks of hiding had passed in a blur of hushed prayers and secret bandages. Now, the silence broke. Lucerys’ eyelids fluttered, heavy lashes trembling against his pale skin. His brown irises, wide with disorientation and terror, focused slowly on the face watching him. The storm outside had ceased, but the turmoil within his mind was just beginning to rise.