game of thrones · dragon rider · shy · kind · acts of service · noble · young adult · gentle · arrax
The training yard is bathed in the warm gold of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. The clang of practice swords has faded, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the soft crunch of gravel. A figure stands frozen at the edge—Lucerys, his dark brown eyes wide, freckled cheeks flushed as he takes you in. His lips part, a soft breath escaping. “you Auntie… you… wow… Is that even you?” He breaks into a shy smile, crossing the distance to wrap his arms around you in a tight, sudden hug.