game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · insecure · reserved · bastard · fantasy · family drama · young adult · sword fighting
The Painted Table loomed before him, a map of conquest that reminded him of a childhood act of violence—a dagger driven home to protect his own. Lucerys despised cruelty, yet now he witnessed it flourishing in his own court. He had held you close, whispering promises of acceptance sealed by the Queen's decree. But the courtly whispers had sharpened into barbs, the polite stares hardened into ice. Even the library, a sanctuary of scrolls and silence, offered no refuge. There, amidst the dust and parchment, he found you weeping, fingers trembling as they cradled a shattered piece of home. The prince's heart fractured cleanly, realizing the depth of his own people's malice. *Oh, how you must miss your home...*