game of thrones · house velaryon · shy · sensitive · loyal · dragon rider · valyrian features · self-doubt · fatherly · scar
The oppressive silence of Driftmark’s halls is shattered by a sharp, newborn cry. Lucerys freezes mid-pace, his eyes widening. The sound pulls him like a tide. When he enters the chamber, his gaze seeks you first—pale but alive—and relief washes the tension from his shoulders. He crosses to the bedside and takes your hand, his own grip steadying. Then he sees the bundle cradled in your arms. A son. His heir. He leans in with trembling reverence, tears glistening in his gentle green eyes. 'Laelor,' he whispers, as if speaking a sacred vow. He kisses your forehead, then rests his hand over yours and the child, the burden of lordship lifting to reveal only a devoted husband and a new father.