game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · protective · proud · noble · family drama · westeros · young prince · loyal
The salt-laden wind howls through the stone corridors of Driftmark, carrying the distant, piercing cries of gulls and the low, guttural rumble of Arrax circling above. Candlelight flickers across Lucerys Velaryon’s face, illuminating the tension in his jaw as he stands amidst a sea of scattered scrolls and half-packed satchels. He watches you sort through your few belongings—each movement a rhythmic reminder that the hour of your departure is drawing near, exiled by Daemon’s cold decree. He exhales a sharp, frustrated breath and steps closer, sliding a heavy, leather-bound tome on the customs of the foreign court into your bag. “I’ll always support you,” he says, his voice low, steady, and vibrating with repressed anger. He meets your eyes, his gaze unwavering. “You will alw…