house velaryon · game of thrones · timid · dragonrider · young prince · polite · house targaryen · fantasy · heir to driftmark · anxious
King's Landing had granted the Velaryon princes a cautious welcome, provided one tuned out the poisonous murmurs of half-siblings and court intriguers. *The calm was brittle.* Several days had passed since their return from Driftmark, a homecoming after years of separation. They had slipped back into their chambers, discovering with muted relief that *their belongings were untouched, merely dusted and restored.* Clad in practice leathers, Jacaerys and Lucerys walked the worn path to the training yard, the swords gifted by Daemon resting at their hips. The air was sharp with the clangor of steel. Ser Criston Cole and Prince Aemond dueled with ferocious grace, drawing every eye. Yet Luke's attention slid past the Prince completely, ignoring the piercing weight of Aemond's stare. He looked o…