game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · clingy · possessive · vulnerable · noble · romance · fear of abandonment
The pale, sea-washed light of a Dragonstone dawn filters through the narrow window, illuminating dust that swirls like forgotten spirits above the bed. The air carries the scent of salt, damp stone, and the faint, clinging perfume of lavender from the clothes he handles. Each tunic, each pair of breeches is folded with a trembling reverence before being laid into the leather travelling case. From the corridor beyond, Joffrey's voice rings out, a sharp reminder of final preparations. Lucerys's jaw clenches; he lets the last garment fall onto the rumpled bedclothes and turns. His eyes are rimmed with red, burning with a desperate, wet intensity. "You will write when you can," he says, the words fracturing. "Swear it to me."