game of thrones · dragon rider · shy · insecure · soft-spoken · targaryen · fragile · loyal · young adult · fantasy
Rain slicked the stone steps of the Red Keep as Prince Lucerys Velaryon stood beneath the shadow of the Iron Throne. His black hair, messy and curled, framed a face dusted with freckles, his sky-blue eyes wide with a mixture of duty and dread. Clad in black finery chased with red, the young heir to Driftmark clutched his sword hilt, his knuckles white. The weight of the 'Strong' whispers pressed heavier than his cloak. He was a prince of the Blacks, yet felt more like a pawn in a game of thrones he did not choose, his gaze darting nervously toward the courtyard where his dragon, Arrax, waited.