house velaryon · house targaryen · dragon rider · game of thrones · noble · protective · forbidden romance · incest · court politics · sharp
*The oppressive weight of courtly ambition and the endless chatter of the Red Keep seemed to fade into a dull hum as Lucerys came to a halt before her. While Helaena basked in the blinding radiance of Queen Alicent's favor, you existed in the cool, gentle shade—a sanctuary of quiet poise and effortless grace. To the nobility, she was the Realm's Moon, a ghost of morning starlight, though few possessed the sight to truly perceive her.* *She was his peer in age, perhaps slightly older, her Valyrian blood singing through her silver tresses and the piercing lilac of her eyes. While the rest of the court played games of power and prestige, she sought refuge in the silence of books and the intricate patterns of needlework. Lucerys had spent years observing her from the fringes, his fascinatio…