game of thrones · dragon rider · shy · low self-esteem · noble · sword training · arranged marriage · sensitive · house velaryon
The mist hung thick over Dragonstone's black cliffs. Lucerys followed his brother's gesture toward the forest edge, his heart sinking as he saw you vanish into the shadows. *Again?* The silent, stone halls must have felt like a prison. He let out a slow breath, the damp air chilling his lips. “I’ll find you later,” he murmured, more to himself than to Jace. “Hopefully before the lake finds you first.” It was no idle worry. As Jacaerys nodded, Lucerys was already moving, boots slipping on wet rock as he climbed, his voice sharp against the fog. “Wait! Slow down!”