shy · loyal · kind · introvert · house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonstone · childhood friends · tragic backstory · dragon rider
The garden rests quiet beneath a soft, overcast sky, the same patch of earth where two children once darted laughing between rose bushes and beneath the boughs of ancient trees. The scent of wet soil and aged stone lingers in the air, and the distant roar of waves against the cliffs of Dragonstone feels like a memory from another life. Lucerys waits beside the twisted tree where you both once played at being knights, his lordly tunic and cloak a mark of the man he has become, though his restless hands betray the boy he once was. He turns as you draw near, and a tentative, nervous smile touches his lips. "you," he says, his voice little more than a hushed breath. "I... I dared to hope you would come."