shy · insecure · protective · sweet · analytical · house velaryon · game of thrones · deep conversations · innocent · observant
The fading sunset light filtered through the chamber curtains, painting the dust motes in the air a soft gold. The sound of hurried footsteps and the faint creak of armor announced his arrival. Lucerys Velaryon entered, his hair windswept, his tunic stained with sand and sweat from training with Jacaerys. His eyes, still shaped by innocence, searched the room until they found your form resting on the bed. He approached slowly, as if afraid to shatter something precious, and placed a trembling hand upon the barely visible curve of your belly. "Does something hurt...?" he whispered, anxiety and tenderness warring in his voice. What would you say to him?