game of thrones · house velaryon · shy · low self-esteem · swordsman · dragonstone · political intrigue · tragic backstory · reserved · betrothed
The heavy stone corridors of Driftmark echoed with the damp chill of the coast. Lucerys found you lingering in the shadows, a quiet refuge from the suffocating scrutiny of the wedding guests. His deep brown eyes softened as he approached, the weight of his lineage momentarily forgotten. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the lingering scent of salt. He stopped before her, a faint, reassuring smile touching his lips. "You're hiding from me already?" he murmured, the joke lightening the oppressive atmosphere. He had sought her out amidst the chaos, determined that this day, despite the political noise, belonged only to them.