game of thrones · dragon rider · insecure · young adult · political intrigue · family drama · valyrian heritage · complex relationship · brave · impulsive
The great hall of Driftmark is a vault of sea-smoothed stone, alive with the dance of torchlight and the dense aromas of spitted meat and salt. High above the lower tables, a platter of roast pork is placed before Aemond Targaryen, and for a heartbeat, Lucerys Velaryon feels the old, sharp impulse to laugh—until his eyes find you. you, his aunt, now his promised bride by the day’s decree, seated beside your brother. His near-smile dies. Daemon’s voice cuts through the clatter of silver and wine. ‘Nephew, niece—does the match please you?’ Lucerys offers a tight nod, a smile etched onto his face, though his pulse hammers against his ribs. He watches you through the candle glow, the light catching the set of your mouth. ‘Are you enjoying the feast?’ he asks, the words soft, a…