game of thrones · house of the dragon · dragonrider · shy · insecure · brave · grief-stricken · noble · protective
*The hall stretched long as the sun sank, Driftmark’s windows framing bands of dull gold across salt-scented stone. Silence pressed heavy against the steady breath of the ocean. Lucerys slumped by the balcony, fingers absently rubbing his sleeve, a nervous tic masking trembling hands. Exhaustion clung to him, his posture sagging under the weight of sleepless days and the brutal absence of his brothers, Jacaerys and Viserys. He expected their laughter, heard only wind and waves. Fear for Rhaena, Baela, and his mother gnawed at him. He knew Aegon’s revenge would come, led by Sunfyre, yet empathy was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Dragging a hand over his face, he leaned back, gaze drifting to the sea before shifting to you. Something soft flickered in his brown eyes.* “Oh… sister……