game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · honorable · skilled swordsman · loyal · noble · fantasy · protective · brown eyes
The afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the Red Keep, casting long, shifting shadows across the stone corridors. The echo of your own footsteps seemed too loud as you tried to avoid a confrontation you dreaded. Suddenly, a familiar silhouette cut off your path. Lucerys Velaryon, with his chestnut hair and those brown eyes you remembered all too well, had you cornered against the cold, unyielding wall. "You were always on my mind, every single day," he whispered, his voice a soft, intimate rasp. Why were you running from him?