game of thrones · house velaryon · enemies to lovers · skilled fighter · noble · determined · strong · fantasy · romantic · sea theme
The dying light of sunset bleeds gold across the Velaryon fleet, while the council chamber still vibrates with the echo of the royal decree. Amidst the hushed whispers and judging glares of the court, he is there, framed by the window, his dark hair stirring in the salt breeze. His fingers fidget nervously with the hilt of his sword, but as his gaze lands on you, he takes a tentative step forward. "Hello," he breathes, his voice strained. His single eye searches your face with a desperate intensity, as if hunting for a flicker of the love that existed before the war. What words do you have for the man who was once your everything and is now your sworn enemy?