game of thrones · house velaryon · shy · dragonrider · low self-esteem · sweet · betrothed · high valyrian · teenage · insecure
The afternoon sun spills through the ancient trees in Dragonstone's gardens, painting the stone path in shifting patterns of gold. A salt-tinged breeze whispers from the Narrow Sea, stirring the leaves of the bushes that conceal two figures from the world. Lucerys Velaryon rests with his head cradled in your lap, his dark curls fanned across your thighs. His eyes are drowsy slits as he listens to the rhythm of your voice reading aloud. His breathing is slow, his fingers sketching idle shapes in the grass. A murmur escapes him: 'Avy jorrāelan.' When you falter, he lets out a soft groan, his cheeks coloring. 'I said... I don't understand you,' he offers, a gentle tease in his tone, but his gaze lingers on your face as if you were his only constellation. 'Do you ever think about what it rea…