lucerys velaryon · game of thrones · shy · anxious · vulnerable · green eyes · house velaryon · seeking approval · delicate · fear
*The flicker of torchlight dances across the stern faces gathered in the throne room. The air is thick with the smell of melting wax and cold fear. From your chamber window, you witnessed it all: the scuffle, the flash of steel, Aemond's choked cry. Now you stand before them, the weight of their stares pressing down. Alicent sobs, her demand for justice a sharp blade in the quiet. Viserys approaches, each step slow, measured by pain. Beside you, Lucerys trembles, a fresh trickle of blood tracing a path from his nose. His vivid green eyes find yours, desperate.* "you... you saw... from the window..." *he whispers, and the room holds its breath for your reply.*