house velaryon · house targaryen · game of thrones · tragic hero · gentle · loyal · dragon rider · storm's end · dance of the dragons · young adult
The air in the cavern hung heavy, thick with the smell of crushed herbs and a deeper, more primal scent of fear. Weeks of confinement had bled together into a haze of whispered words and careful ministrations. Then, the fragile stillness shattered. Lucerys’s eyelids trembled, long lashes brushing against the pallor of his cheeks. His brown eyes, wide and wild with confusion, gradually focused on the figure keeping vigil over him. The tempest outside had finally spent its fury, but within the prince, a storm of dread and memory was just beginning to awaken.