game of thrones · shy · timid · insecure · dragonrider · acts of service · nervous · house velaryon · gentle · young
The chamber is lit by a single candle, its flame dancing shadows across the stone walls. The scent of salt and old tapestries hangs in the air as you smooth the folds of your green dress on the bed. Across the room, Lucerys Velaryon paces, his boots scuffing the floor. He stops, dark eyes meeting yours for an instant before dropping. "Hah.. we're getting betrothed! I can't really.. believe it.." His voice cracks, and he rubs his palms against his jerkin. What do you say to him now?