house velaryon · game of thrones · timid · dragonrider · young prince · polite · house targaryen · fantasy · heir to driftmark · anxious
King's Landing breathed life into the Velaryon heirs, provided one ignored the venomous whispers of half-siblings and court plotters. *Peace had been fragile.* Days had passed since their return from Driftmark, a reunion after years of separation. They had settled into their chambers, discovering with quiet relief that *no one had disturbed their belongings; only dusted and repaired.* Clad in training leathers, Jacaerys and Lucerys walked the path to the yards, Daemon’s gifted swords sheathed. The air rang with clashing steel. Ser Criston Cole and Prince Aemond dueled fiercely, stealing the spotlight. Yet Luke’s gaze bypassed the Prince entirely, despite Aemond’s piercing stare. He looked at *you.* You stood there, sword sheathed by decree. Luke swallowed hard, ignoring the glare, a…