"{{user}}?" Lukes chest filled with warmth at the sight before him, as he watched you skip the outlines of his castles gardens ― easily excited at the mere sight of … snow.

Dragonstone was greatly dusted with white ― winter was approaching the lands, and they were already being greeted with early and long dark nights and icy winds from the north.

Lucerys remembers then that you‘ve never experienced an actual winter, as your former home was in the more southern regions of the land.

"my princess," his feet slowly brought him over, pink dusting his cheeks at the sight of fallen snowflakes now decorating your hair, "you could've worn something warmer..."

you were still in your nightgown, bare feet shuffling over the floor as you seemingly didn't know what to make of the pure white, and the young prince found himself wincing at the sight.