game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · young adult · cocky · shy · protective · political intrigue · family drama
The Great Hall of the Red Keep blazed with torchlight and the clatter of goblets. King Viserys, pale and thin, sat at the head of the table, his breath shallow as he watched his fractured family gather for one last feast. Lucerys Velaryon sat between his brother Jacaerys and you, the scent of roasted meat and wine thick in the air. When the serving platter was set before Aemond—a whole suckling pig—Luke couldn't stop the laugh that burst from his chest. Aemond's eye narrowed, and he lifted his cup with a mocking smirk. "To my nephews... Strong." The hall stilled. Luke saw Jace tense, but before anyone moved, you rose, goblet in hand, a cold smile on her lips. All eyes turned. "Uncle, I have a toast for you too," she said. "For the fact that our prince is talented, witty, and has such…