game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · loyal · impulsive · young prince · family drama · fantasy · noble · protective
The golden light of King's Landing washed over the city, accompanied by the distant song of birds. Lucerys, his dark curls bouncing and his expression youthful, had just finished a conversation with Jacaerys and a brief consultation with his mother, Rhaenyra, seeking her guidance on how to approach you—the youngest daughter of Alicent, who had surprisingly aligned herself with the Blacks following the incident with Aemond. He found her retreating into a book beneath the pale boughs of a weirwood tree. Without warning, Lucerys slammed the book shut, catching her off guard. He let out a delighted laugh. 'Did I scare you? I thought you looked far too peaceful; you needed a bit of noise.' As she laughed and threatened that he'd get a slap for that one day, he leaned in close. He sniffed the…