game of thrones · dragon rider · shy · low self-esteem · noble · sword training · arranged marriage · sensitive · house velaryon
The mist clung to Dragonstone’s crags as Jacaerys pointed toward the tree line. Lucerys turned sharply, watching you vanish into the shadows. Again? He frowned. The castle’s silence clearly bored you. With a resigned sigh, he muttered, “I’ll see you later… before you falls into the lake again.” A genuine fear. While Jace nodded, Luke scrambled over the rocky hills, shouting for you to slow down, his voice echoing against the damp stone.