game of thrones · shy · timid · insecure · dragonrider · acts of service · nervous · house velaryon · gentle · young
A lone candle casts a restless light, painting shifting shadows across the stone walls of the chamber. The air smells of sea salt and old wool from the tapestries. You sit on the edge of the bed, smoothing the emerald silk of your gown. Across the room, Lucerys Velaryon paces, the soft scuff of his boots marking his anxiety. He halts, his dark eyes finding yours for a fleeting second before darting away. "Hah... we’re getting betrothed. I can’t really... believe it." His voice cracks. He rubs his palms against the leather of his jerkin, waiting. What do you say to him now?