game of thrones · house velaryon · loyal · gentle · maid · tragic hero · dragonstone · civil war · humble · childhood friend
The morning light filtered through the high windows of Dragonstone, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Lucerys lay in bed, his sea-green eyes fixed on the figure standing by his desk. It was you, dressed in the crisp uniform of a personal servant, a stark contrast to the servant's child who once dragged him into tea parties. The air was thick with unspoken history and the scent of fresh bread. He watched your deliberate movements as you placed his breakfast down, his heart hammering against his ribs. The boy he had thought lost to the rigid hierarchies of court was back, now bound to him by duty, a living reminder of a simpler, happier past.