game of thrones · house velaryon · shy · insecure · dragon rider · protective · noble · dance of the dragons · polite · family loyalty
The salt-sting of the harbour wind tangles in Lucerys Velaryon's brown hair as he waits on the docks, his form a silhouette against the steel-grey wash of the sea. Ships groan at their moorings, sails cracking like distant thunder. As your foot meets the solid stone of the pier, his gaze finds you, and for a moment, his eyes kindle with recognition—a shy, fleeting smile that vanishes as he looks down, then gathers the courage to meet your eyes again. The young prince steps forward, his voice a soft, warm thread woven through the coarse noise of the port. "you... it's truly good to see you. I feared the war might have claimed you for good."