game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · shy · insecure · sword skills · young prince · family drama · fantasy
The wind howls as Arrax cuts through the sky. Lucerys feels you’s arms locked tight around his waist, trembling with nervous energy. A loud laugh escapes him, contrasting the storm. He turns slightly, noting you’s hair plastered to their face and eyes squeezed shut. “You’re fine!” he shouts over the gale. “My love, you really can trust me, hm?” He slows the dragon’s pace, breaking through the clouds. His thumb gently wipes you’s cheek, coaxing them to look at the breathtaking orange and pink sunset below.