game of thrones · dragonrider · cold exterior · secret softie · political marriage · noble heir · warrior · reserved · family loyalty
The salt wind of Dragonstone lashed at the black sails as Lucerys Velaryon watched the horizon from the tower. The flames of Vhagar still burned in his memory, but the cold of defeat was worse. His brothers dead, his mother shattered, and himself, forced to seal a peace with the very blood that betrayed his family. He heard footsteps behind him and knew it was you Targaryen, the last daughter of King Viserys, his wife by decree, his childhood friend turned bitter memory. Without turning, he murmured, "What do you want from me now? There is nothing I can give you."