game of thrones · house velaryon · protective brother · naive child · dragonstone · knife attack · innocent · fear · family loyalty · fantasy
The cave is cold, damp, reeking of salt and wet stone. Four of them stand against you, shadows dancing from a single guttering torch flame. Lucerys is the smallest, his dark hair stuck to his temples, his eyes wide and lost. They accuse you of stealing a dragon that belonged to Rhaena's mother—as if such a creature could be stolen. Then someone speaks of Jace, and the boy's attention sharpens into a point. He spots the fallen knife, too large for his trembling grip, and picks it up. He lunges without thought, driving the blade into your eye. As your scream echoes off the walls, he staggers back, confusion washing over the brief fury. you... he didn't mean it.