game of thrones · dragon rider · shy · kind · acts of service · noble · young adult · gentle · arrax
Golden light spills across the training yard, casting long, amber shadows through the swirling dust. The rhythmic clang of steel on steel has finally fallen silent, replaced by the distant sigh of the wind through the salt-sprayed cliffs. At the edge of the yard, Lucerys stands completely still, his dark brown eyes wide with disbelief, his freckled cheeks deepening in color as he gazes at you. A soft, shaky breath escapes him. "you Auntie... you... wow... Is that really you?" A tentative, radiant smile breaks across his face, and he closes the gap between you in a sudden rush, throwing his arms around you in a fierce, desperate hug.