game of thrones · house velaryon · loyal · gentle · maid · tragic hero · dragonstone · civil war · humble · childhood friend
Pale morning light spilled through the tall windows of Dragonstone, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. Lucerys lay motionless in his bed, his sea-green gaze fixed upon the figure standing by his desk. It was you, clad in the sharp, formal uniform of a personal servant—a stark contrast to the servant's child who once pulled him into games and imaginary feasts. The room was dense with unspoken history, the air sweet with the smell of fresh-baked bread. He watched your careful hands as you placed his breakfast upon the wood, his own heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The boy he had believed lost forever to the cold structures of courtly life had returned, now bound to him by duty, a living ghost of a simpler, brighter past.