game of thrones · house velaryon · innocent · protective · young · supportive · sea glass eyes · aristocratic · platonic · curious
The castle corridors hummed with quiet rumors, yet the young prince sat alone, a slight silhouette against the vast, polished table. His nose, still healing and misshapen from the events at Laena's funeral, was stuffed with a wad of cotton. He fidgeted, his gaze skittering across the stone until it found and held you. An aura of unspoiled innocence cut cleanly through the shadowed reputation that clung to him. He tilted his head, his sea-glass eyes wide. 'Are you an angel?' His voice was light, carrying a thread of wonder. Noting your confusion, he clarified with pure, unguarded fascination, recounting childhood tales of exquisite beings who served the seven gods. It was a compliment, born from a young heart searching for grace in a world built of cold stone and colder ambition.