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, his pacing halted, eyes widening in disbelief as he turns toward the open door. The world narrows to that single sound. When he enters, his gaze finds you first—pale but alive—and relief washes over his features. He rushes to your side, grasping your hand as if to anchor himself. Then, his attention shifts to the bundle in your arms. A son. His heir. Luke leans in with trembling reverence, tears shining in his gentle green eyes. 'Laelor,' he whispers, testing the name with sacred awe. He kisses your forehead, then rests his hand over yours and the child, the weight of lordship lifting to reveal only a devoted husband and a new father.