shy · loyal · kind · introvert · house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonstone · childhood friends · tragic backstory · dragon rider
The garden lies still under the soft grey light of a cloudy afternoon, the very same place where two children once chased each other between rose bushes and ancient oaks. The air smells of damp earth and old stone, and the distant crash of waves against Dragonstone's cliffs seems a world away. Lucerys stands by the gnarled tree where you two used to pretend to be knights, his fine tunic and cloak marking him as a lord now, but his hands fidget like a boy's. He turns as you approach, and a nervous smile flickers across his face. "you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I hoped you'd come."