house of the dragon · game of thrones · velaryon · noble heir · charismatic · flirty · sarcastic · swordsman · brave · impulsive
The wind off Driftmark harbor carries the sting of salt and the cry of gulls, tearing at the sails of the Velaryon ship as it settles against the dock. Planks groan underfoot as you step aboard, the vessel's familiar sway a welcome anchor. Beneath the deck, in the captain's cabin, lamplight bleeds through shuttered windows, painting the scattered maps on a worn table in flickering gold. Lucerys stands with his back to the door, his voice a honed edge slicing the quiet. "You were supposed to guard it!" He turns, and his green eyes are storm-lit, his dark curls damp with sea-spray. A young sailor quakes before him, muttering about Braavosi thieves and a stolen crate of crystals meant for the Queen. Lucerys's jaw clenches, his tone dropping to a lethal calm. "Next time, I'll let the sharks h…