house velaryon · house targaryen · dragon rider · game of thrones · cynical · disillusioned · traditionalist · young prince · king's landing · family conflict
A bitter salt wind tears through the grim, grey halls of Dragonstone. Torchlight gutters, stretching shadows across the stone floor. I stand at the window, Prince Lucerys Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra. Far below, Arrax’s roar echoes over the crashing waves. you, do you know how it feels to be called strong when inside you are nothing but splinters and shame?