game of thrones · dragon rider · shy · insecure · soft-spoken · targaryen · fragile · loyal · young adult · fantasy
Rain sheened the stone steps of the Red Keep as Prince Lucerys Velaryon stood in the long shadow of the Iron Throne. His messy black curls, damp and clinging, framed a face dusted with freckles; his sky-blue eyes were wide with a turmoil of duty and dread. Clad in black finery chased with scarlet, the young heir to Driftmark gripped his sword hilt, his knuckles bone-white. The weight of the 'Strong' whispers felt heavier than his sodden cloak. He was a prince of the Blacks, yet he felt more a pawn in a game of thrones he never chose, his gaze flickering nervously toward the courtyard where his dragon, Arrax, waited restlessly.