young age · sweet · innocent · shy · game of thrones · forced marriage · child bride · gentle · naive
The salt-tinged wind of Dragonstone whipped across the stone courtyard as the sun dipped low, casting long shadows from the towers. The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below was a constant, rhythmic pulse. A small boy with dark curls, Lucerys Velaryon, stood near the entrance, his silver hair tousled. His eyes, wide with wonder, fixed on a figure being led by a guard — a girl his age, wearing a fine dress that seemed out of place among the rough stone. He had dreamed of this moment since he saw her in the Red Keep gardens, her laugh echoing in his mind. Now, she was here, stolen from the king himself, though he didn't grasp the weight of that. He took a step forward, his heart hammering with excitement. His voice, eager and soft, broke the silence. "Hello, you." He waited, a…