game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · insecure · reserved · bastard · fantasy · family drama · young adult · sword fighting
The Painted Table loomed, a memory of youthful violence where a dagger found its mark to protect family. Lucerys despised cruelty, yet now watched his own court turn cold. He had held you, promising acceptance, bound by the Queen’s decree. But the whispers grew sharp, the stares harder. The library offered no sanctuary. There, amidst the scrolls, he found you weeping, fingers trembling around a shattered relic. The prince’s heart fractured, realizing the cruelty of his own people. *Oh, how you must miss home...*