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Geckos are cute, and this is just a little fluff piece of Lucerys

Lucerys had been wanting a pet for a while, so after he finally moved out, he went looking and nothing was sticking out, he's allergic to cats and despite them being so cute he couldn't pet them and he obviously couldn't be a forever home for one.

Not a dog because they were a lot of work, and Vhagar got aggressive around other dogs and Vhagar lived with him half the time anyway so no.

A bird would drive him insane. There's a bird that settled down recently somewhere outside his complex that sings like it's the last time it'll ever sing again, which means no more late mornings for him and Aemond.

Not a fish because he feels a little more adventurous, and he sees fish all the time, studying to be a marine biologist.

So when he was walking past the lizards and reptiles and he saw a cute little gecko, he stopped to look, it's so freaking cute.

But what really made him pick it was when he got closer, it put its little hand (is it a hand or a paw? Whatever) on the glass. And he couldn't help but touch his finger to the glass where the little geckos hand was and when it didn't move away, that's why he bought it. Because it chose him.

So he understands his partners surprise when he comes home and sees a tank and all these things for it he's surprised. "When did you set all this up?" He kisses Lucerys on the head as he sets up a shelf for his gecko in the living room "I had all day, I asked them to hold the gecko for me while I set it up, so meet my baby, Arrax"

He watches as Lucerys smiles at Arrax and kisses his temple "Well at least it's not a bird." Lucerys turns to him with a smile that he kisses him with.

The Velaryon brothers are halfbloods

They can't feed themselves fresh from the vein

They are each put under the watch of an uncle

D/J, J/A, A/L

Lucerys was attacked by hunters and fears the outside

He has trauma and axiety

His uncle brings back people for him to feed on

Aemond and his brothers had been away for too long if the quick arrival of their nephews said anything. Their nephews couldn't hunt themselves, so of course, they were put up to the task by their father. For the coven, the family.

His charge, Lucerys, wasn't with his brothers. He listened and heard him in his room talking to himself. It must be a bad day.

So they split off with their nephews who had dinner prepared for them, but Aemond dragged the human boy by his hair, ignoring his crying until he arrived at his sweet nephews room and knocked on the door.

Lucerys stopped talking, "Aemond? Is that you?" He answered back that he brought dinner and the door slightly opened, and he dragged the teen in. Looking around the room, he sees Lucerys' madness had gotten the better of him again.

"Aemond?" He sees Lucerys sitting on the ground in front of a mirror, the room a mess. But a pillow and blanket surrounded him, so he must have been sleeping on the floor.

He quickly presses on the nerve on the neck of the human and moves to his nephew, who watches him approach before turning back to the mirror and resumes talking to himself.

"I can't hunt anymore" he murmurs to his reflection.

"I can't leave the house" he says

"They wait out there. They wait for me, " he whispers.

"But they can't get inside. It's safe in here, " he smiles before turning to the human who grumbles

"Uncle brought one in here!" He jumps back and collides against the mirror as it breaks into pieces. Aemond kneels before his nephew and grasps his face, turning it towards him.

"Lucerys, it's not one of them." his nephew tries to push him off, but Aemond remains the stronger and keeps his grip.

"It's time to eat." he lets go, and Lucerys watches as he approaches the human on the bed and bares the neck to him. Aemond traces the vein in the neck before putting pressure with his nail.

Lucerys watches entranced as his nail punctures the skin lightly, and blood starts to flow from the open wound.

In the dark, Aemond eyes bleed bright red, and he turns to see his nephews eyes start to brighten. "He's not one of them?" He asks as he starts to rise from the floor.

"No," his nephew walks towards his bed and leans down and licks the blood lightly before moving back.

"How does he taste?" Aemond brushes the little bit of blood that stains his nephews lip with his ring finger and sucks the digits tip clean.

"He tastes good." At his nephews words, he bends down and bites the human fully, and while it does twitch, it still sleeps.

He moves back, and his nephew watches the fangs and blood in his mouth as he exhales, "Eat up"

He watches with one eye as his nephew bends down and kisses the holes he made with his fangs before starting to drink the blood in heaps.

"Slow down, savour it," his nephew doesn't seem to stop, but he heeds his word and slows his consumption of the humans' red blood.

He prepares the room while his nephew drains the life of the human. Lucerys is always tired after a feeding. He prepares new clothes and walks to the bathroom to get a bath started, using oils that his nephew likes.

He turns at the sound of someone behind him to see Lucerys standing in the doorway. Past the boys shoulder, and he sees the corpse of the human.

-----

After the body has been removed and the room is cleaned, his nephew lays on the freshly made bed

"You were gone a long time," he hears his nephew mumble.

He sits in the arm chair.

"Did you behave?"

His nephew snuggles into the blankets that he brings to his chest.

"I tried, but they kept getting louder, they started to yell at me"

He looks out the window.

"What did they say this time?"

His nephew sits up.

"They're still looking, they still want to hunt me" he wraps his arms around his legs.

"They wait, and keep waiting, they're waiting for me" his nephew starts to scratch his wrist.

"But they wait out there, outside, in here is safe, they can't get in here" Aemond grabs Lucerys' hand.

"Remember we killed all the hunters, even the special ones" Lucerys laughs at that.

"The weak hunters are easy to kill, yes, the special hunters no. They aren't gone!" He stands up, "I see it, a circle. Kill one and another takes its place"

He picks up an ornament and hurls it out the window. "They are smarter now, and they will continue to get smarter, unrelentless roaches!" Lucerys grabs at his hair, but Aemond is behind him, embraces him from behind. Lucerys doesn't like to be touched, but Aemond always protects him.

"I killed those hunters, and I will kill any other who takes up the mantle"

Lucerys looks down "I want them to leave me alone!"

Aemond continues to hold lucerys as they look out the window, resting his head on the youngers shoulder. "I will never stop killing to keep you safe"

Sorry I took so long, but I am back, perhaps not every few days as before as I wish to take my time properly writing (typing) and editing and making mood boards and things and ideas.

But I have drafts and I will post those as soon as they are done.

I have been okay, and I am always reading others' works, and I always love it. ❤️

Same as before, these ideas I post are totally up for grabs to everyone and anyone, the ones I have posted previously and the ones I will post in the future. I would love to turn all these into stories, but I unfortunately do not have the time or am in the right mental state to write full fanfictions but I hope to one day.

I had posted previously on ao3, and while there were supporters and haters, and I attempted to be peaceful with all who interacted with my story, I just no longer wish to write it and deleted it so sorry to everyone who may or may not have saved, bookmarked read or hoped to read it.

Also, I have seen everything with the community of Game of Thrones or the house of the dragon fanfics, and it's just a lot. Team Green vs. Team Black and all those other arguments that are happening across multiple media platforms are just too mentally exhausting to even attempt to try anything.

I just wish we could go back to better times for fanfic authors of this fandom or any fandom who experiences that hate or bullying that happens in response to posting a fan made fiction of a fandom.

The court watched as Lucerys Velaryon stood facing the room in front of the Conquerers throne. Clothes as dark as night. Face covered in a veil. But for King Viserys to relinquish his crown, the heir had to be bare faced. The removal of it showed the court that tears ran down his cheeks, his eyes red from his crying. As the lords in an imitation of Rhaenyras naming of heir now knelt in front of her second son, her sweet boy and swore to remain loyal, to swear fealty to Lucerys Velaryon the heir to the throne.

Lucerys hadn't wanted Driftmark. The stares and the whispers weighed him down, but the expectations is what really dampened his shine for his inheritance he felt no right to. Now his mother and brother slain, attacked in the night. Both died before a maester could attempt to save them, Jace seemingly protecting his mother when he was struck down, and Rhaenyra trying to hold her darling boy as she too had her throat opened with clean cut.

Now, the crown of kings would sit on his head, and he would sit on the throne of aegons and his sisters conquest. The greens displeased that even now, the king continues to lift the late heirs blood above his Hightower wife's children.

But now the court watches as the new heirs eyes harden and blaze with a dragons fury matched by his dragons' screams of anger that echo through the city.

-----

Viserys' loss of his daughter and grandson made him step down from his post as king for a period of mourning.

Otto assumed the seat of the king, and greens sat around the table discussing alliances and near treason as the doors open.

Lucerys Targaryen (he was named a Targaryen as one must sit throne) walked up the steps and stopped at the end of the table, adorning mourning clothes again. Daemon to the right of the new heir with a gold cloak against pitch black robes. Corlys to the left, dressed in black as well.

"Why wasn't I summoned for the council meeting?"

They pause as the hear the soft princes voice

"Prince Lucerys, we assumed-"

The prince nodded and walked around the table slowly to the kings seat. "Yes, you assumed, well assume from now on that the heir to the kingdom is to be made aware of any and all council meetings as the heir will sit in their intended seat and govern over their intended kingdom"

He looked down at Otto Hightower, which wasn't that far since Prince Lucerys was still growing.

"And you assume you have the right to sit in the kings seat, his heirs seat," he gestured to the empty chair of the Hand. "Move now, and i will forget your audacity." he stepped back, and the council watched as the hand clenched his jaw and fists and pushed himself from the seat he tried to abscond. He sat in the hands chair, and Prince Lucerys resumed his seat.

"Council men welcome back your Lord commander of the city watch Prince Daemon Targaryen and Master of ships Lord Corlys Velaryon"

They also sat in the seats of their station, and Prince Lucerys gestured for Lord Larys, the master of whispers. "Now, it's been nearly 2 months since my mother and brother were murdered what progress has been made in the uncovering of the culprits?"

Lord Larys looked to the Hand and the Queen, who glanced back at him then to the Prince.

"Your grace, the matter of the murders is still unknown to us. Perhaps more time will -"

"More time?" Prince Lucerys interrupts the master of Whispers."You've had two moons, and still you have nothing?"

Lord Larys looked down and nods.

"My grandfather speaks nothing but praise about his council, the members he selected for positions of high honour, to sit at a table and advice a king is something other lords can only dream of! Your kings heir was murdered as well as her heir, and you can not even perform the duty that was given to you so graciously?" Prince Lucerys scoffs.

"You have a day to find something of use for the investigation if not, return to Harrenhall and resume your position as its lord, step down from your place on this council so we may find a better Lord of Whispers, one who can actually do the task entrusted to them" he raised a hand at the protests and turned to the queen "My mothers funds will continue and in the name of Rhaenyra we shall build shelters for the city folk, my brothers will go towards the kingdom, we shall fund projects to improve the life of the people like they would have wanted"

He stands and the lords wait for his words "Anytime that petitions are to be heard, I am to be summoned to hear the petitions, I will forgive you for today and your baseless assumptions but make no mistake I am heir, you have bent the knee and sworn to me, and you are all well aware of what the sentence is for treason" he walks out of the council room and Daemon smiles at his sons confidence "He was a sweet boy not even 3 moons ago, but tragedy has struck and it has struck him hard, he has lost his mother and his brother, he now sits the throne and will wear the crown" he walks until he is behind Alicent and puts a hand on her shoulder "Rhaenyra, my love, was merciful, Jacerys, my prince, was righteous, but Lucerys is not like them" he smiles down at the queen "Put on something more appropriate" he glances her up and down "Black is the colour worn in mourning" he leaves after his son.

-----

The realm watches as Lucerys dismisses the Lord's Larys in court and relives him of his position on the council.

"You've sat in my grandfathers keep, your kings keep, you sit at the table of his most trusted, you speak in his council, you advise a king! Yet for two moons, you've nothing of the greatest task entrusted to you. My mother, who was to be your queen, is dead. My brother, who was to be King after her, is also dead. They were murdered, cut down by cowards, and in the night while everyone, the whole of dragonstone, slept, two moons have passed since they were taken from me, and yet you have no answers? No leads? No persons of interest?"

He glares down at the lord from the iron throne "My prince, I am sorry-"

"APOLOGIES WONT GIVE ME MY FAMILY BACK! YOUR APOLOGIES ARE USELESS, UNNECESSARY, AND UNWANTED!"

Prince Lucerys stands and roars at the Lord of Harrenhall. The realm witness his dragon blood burn.

"MY MOTHER AND BROTHER ARE DEAD!!"

Viserys stands close to the throne, near Daemon, and the rest of his daughters family but has allowed his grandson to sit the throne as he has taken a leave of absence. While he does not agree with the boy, he does not speak it aloud in front of court, but he too wishes for answers.

"I SIT THIS THRONE, I INHERIT THIS KINGDOM! THE PRICE MY FAMILY? I WOULD CHOOSE THEM OVER ANY CROWN, ANY PRICE!"

The greens watch as Lord Larys is raked over the coals by the boy. They watch as the king stands beside his brother in unison.

"You have disappointed me. You have disappointed the king, and you disappointed the kingdom with your negligence of this task. Return to Harrenhall its lord and be glad all I take is your seat on the council"

The greens watch as the new heir rids the city of an ally. They watch as he sits on the iron throne, posture perfect.

"I declare that any and all who come forward noble, royal, common or foreign, with information of any kind, be it a name or a finger pointing to a place on a map, if their information brings the killer before me on their knees I will reward them with 10,000 dragons of each gold, silver and copper"

The greens watch as the news fills the eyes of all with greed and ambition.

"Send ravens to every keep, from as far as Dorne to as far as Winterfell, to every island, even as far east as the dothraki lands and the essosi cities. Send them everywhere, have the word spread on the streets, so that everyone knows the reward for their services, and let them come"

They watch as he stands.

"But heed my warning to those who would attempt to protect the coward that robbed me of my mother and my brother. I will kill you, it will be slow, it will be painful, and you will have wished you'd never even heard of the name Targaryen, I will wipe the earth clean of you, and when years pass and the old die, the young grow and the new are born in an everlasting cycle you will have been forgotten"

And soon the greens watched as any and all allies pulled away, started wearing black in support of the now boy king. Rhaenyra was kind. Jacerys was just. Lucerys was rage.

Lucerys Velaryon was a sweet boy and kind to all.

Lucerys Targaryen was a good man and just to everyone.

Lucerys: Bastard? Who?

Vaemond: 🤯

Rhaenyra: What is he wearing?

Daemon: shhh, it's working, look

Aemond: 😳

Aegon: 😳

Alicent: 😡

Melisandre had been given a vision. A boy who she'd the blood of kings, this boy meant to die, torn from the skies and condemned to a watery grave.

But this boy heard whispers, seen things.

He sees what even her sisters, her order cannot.

He is an anomaly, a blessing?

He will lead them and show them Azor Ahai, the hero with the flaming sword who was shown to them by a vision from R'hllor.

A boy, a green boy who could see things that with all their magic couldn't even attempt.

Her sisters also accompanied her, and they built a temple close to the castle. At first, it sparked outrage amongst the people, the faith, the queen. But the kings word is law. They had gotten threats and warnings. But they showed that their God actually empowered them. Let them use the flame and use mystic arts to heal. And so slowly the people flocked like moths to a candle.

They healed the people, showed them the rewards of being faithful to R'hllor, they tended to be swayed easily. It was easier when they proved miraculous healing on a blind man who could no longer work, little hope, and his family in shambles. They came to the temple and begged to be saved, that they would abandon the faith that couldn't help if R'hllor healed him. It was a spectacle, Kinvara performed the ceremony, and when the man drank from the purified water, R'hllor's tears and heeded him, begged him to heal this man, to show that he was generous to his followers. The flames grew in size, and R'hllor healed the man. And when he could see his family, he cried, and he laughed, and he knelt down in reverence to R'hllor's power as did his family and the other citizens who wanted to see if R'hllor was true.

That enraged the faith even more. But when people who couldn't be healed, who thought death was the best option came to them, they indocturned them into their faith, to their beliefs.

But that was Kinvara's mission. To convert the people of the 7, Melisandre's mission was to guide the Velaryon boy. To see the future. To open the window.

Which was difficult with his ramblings.

Daenerys Targaryen.

-----

Luke sat lucid for the first time in weeks.

His family around him.

"There is no Daenerys, my boy!" He looks to his mother and laughs with something like madness.

"YES, THERE IS MOTHER! I SEE HER, I HEAR HER! I SEE IT!"

He screams, secluded in his rooms.

Outside the palace staff, his family can hear him tear the room apart in his rage. Throwing things, glass shattering, fabric ripping. They hear him scream in frustration and anger.

-----

Aemond dares to enter later when everyone is asleep.

He sees his nephew sitting against the bed on the floor and walks closer to him

"Lucerys?" His nephew looks to him, but it is another empty look

"She trusted you to spread secrets that could destroy your own queen," he shakes his head sadly, "and you did not let her down"

He starts to laugh, then break into sobs

Aemond kneels down beside him and grabs his face softly. "Burn them all, burn them all." he taps his cheeks softly, but Lucerys continues to descend into mad mutterings.

"I don't want to be his queen, I want to go home"

Again descending into unintelligible words.

He lifts his nephew onto the bed, getting him to sip some of the dream wine.

He watches his nephew slowly go to sleep.

Then he turns to the rest of the room. Looking at the destruction Lucerys wrought upon the place.

Others might not have seen his sweet nephews' beastly attitude, but had they entered the room, they would have seen what he saw when his nephew struck his eye from its place.

He leaves the room quietly but not before being stopped by the appearance of the red priestess, Melisandre. His mother raves and rages about their false faith and their evil practices, but he had heard that their god healed a blind man with no hope.

"Prince Aemond," She curtsies slightly, not looking away from him.

She steps closer and peers up at him. She grasps his face slightly and looks dead in his eye. "To gain a dragon, he must lose an eye." She let's go and walks past him. "You should have listened to your sister boy"

She enters his nephews, and he can hear her speak to her god, but he leaves just as fast as she did.

He had contemplated taking the eye he was owed, but his nephew didn't even seem to understand what was happening around him, no awareness of the situation.

-----

Melisandre hears everyone running to the princes' rooms as he descends into worse screams. She enters his room to see his family looking at Hun as he holds one hand to his chest, the other helping him lean against the table so as not to fall.

Lucerys opens his mouth, but all that comes out is gasps. She moves closer but is interrupted by the roar of Lucerys' beast that they hear coming closer to the castle.

"Lucerys, calm down." his mother tries to command him.

He starts to cry hysterically while little laughs interrupt his sobs.

Arrax, the dragon named after the king of the Targaryen gods, lands outside and roars to Lucerys, who pushes past his family. Stumbling down halls, but before he can descend stairs, his brother stops him. "Lucerys, stop!" He rips his arm out of his grasp and snarls at his brother. "It was necessary!" He keeps walking down until he makes it to the court yard where he sees his dragon.

He tries to walk towards his beloved beast but collapses. "I named them for my brothers, Rhaegar and Viserys" he pushes himself up.

"It's not easy to see something that's never been before, a good world"

His dragons roars as guards come near it, but Lucerys walks towards it and starts to climb it. Quickly strapping himself in as his family tries to reach him but his Arrax won't allow it.

"Lucerys, where are you going?" He ignores them as he checks the saddle and pats his dragon. "Volantis," he says as he looks down at them. "What's in Volantis?"

"A temple" he hold points his hand to Melisandre "Get on"

She shakes her head and goes to refuse him, try to reason with him as his family does.

"No! You either sit with me on the saddle or Arrax will take you in his claws!"

She moves closer but is stopped by the one eyed prince.

"Why her?"

"Because I seen her resurrect the hidden prince!" He gestures again, and his dragon becomes agitated with his own feelings. Melisandre quickly gets up behind him and holds herself close to the prince

"If you want to come along, hurry because I am leaving now! Soves!" He commands Arrax, who lifts himself into the sky and starts to ascend in the direction of Volantis.

His family, who were left behind, quickly rushed to the dragonpit, and the dragon riders took after the wayward prince. Taking hours to catch up as Arrax had a headstart.

What was in Volantis?

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Thank God that's done.

And sorry for disappointing but this is the last one.

Now, anyone can take this idea and make their own story if you want to continue it.

Just let me know so I can read it if you do end up posting it somewhere.

Thanks!!

That took forever sorry!

Luke: a dress

Aegon: you know what red means at a wedding don't you?

Luke: of course I know

Luke at Aemond and Alys' wedding:

A mood board? Could I possibly be working on a part 3?

Now Lucerys was a nepo baby. He knew that. He had plenty of money, and he was going to inherit his grandfathers export/import business. His dad came from money, and his mum came from money. His family practically invented money. He's never wanted for anything and always got the best gifts, clothes, jewellery, and his sweet puppy, Arrax is pure pred pomeranian. He even got a new car, not that he knows how to drive. Not since his psycho uncle tried to run him off the road, he hired a chauffeur.

But Luke liked being pampered. Yes, his family pampered him, but there was always something about a potential or future lover going all out. Even though he had everything and anything they tried to get him, he could no doubt get a better one.

But he liked sex. Was he a nymphomaniac? No. But sometimes he just needed a good dicking down, needed a big strong man to pin him down and rail him.

So that's how he got his side hustle. He went to school for business, economics, and everything he was expected to know for his inheritance of the Velaryon Company.

But he was also texting men, meeting them. Being pampered, and when they were done, they concluded with the deed. Every experience taught him more of what he liked, he like older men but not too old. Muscles, he liked to be picked up, thrown over the shoulder, held down if needed. But he liked men who respected him.

Of course, they could never really know that he was the heir to Corlys Velaryon. That would be the scandal of the decade, so he was just Luke Rivers, a poor college student who was trying to make ends meet. He had second-hand clothes, and his apartment was shitty, located down town, small but he was small boy so he made it work, also his heating sucked so hot water was scarce, no matter how many times a plumber fixed it, it always broke down again. Luckily, he saved up enough money to afford a better apartment, a little bigger and closer to school. He was anxious, and he took his puppy from a mean man who didn't like that he wouldn't go exclusive and that's where the scar that marred his back came from, it wasn't ugly but it made him self concious.

Now that he thinks about it, he might be a little psycho making a fake identity just to get sex. But his family thinks he's a sweet boy. So beggars can't be choosers.

He'd been texting a man. He was rugged and handsome, and he knew designer, so he knew that man was loaded. Tom Bennett, he was an art curator and collector. He was heir to the family business but felt his brother, Aaron, would be better suited, and he wanted to do work that he loved. He was a divorcee. His ex-wife Alena only wanted the fortune, but when declining in favour of his brother, she filed for divorce, so it's been a while since he's dated as he felt somewhat inadequate because of this. Of course, they had never seen each other in person, but they exchanged photos. Texted every day. He sent thoughtful gifts to him, ones that made his heart stutter because they weren't like the gifts his other pets sent, more to his taste. Simple but exquisite. He even gifted clothes for his dog. He got a little dragon hoodie for Arrax, and he had a little photo shoot because he loves his puppy so much.

So when Tom asked to meet on Valentines to go the next step with him, at a luxurious hotel in Essos, he flew him out there for a week to sight see, going to the places Tom recommends and booked for him. Despite being a Velaryon, his cheap college disguises make him practically invisible with the tourists.

On the eve of the special day, he arrived at the last stop, a 5 star hotel that he got checked into with no problem. Tom had said he had been by earlier and wanted to spend the day with him, but a problem arose at the museum, so he needed to be there, but he was free to order room service. He also found little gifts with notes to open and use them. He ate like a king (he does that all the time, but Tom doesn't need to know that), he had the nicest bath, and at Strawberries covered in chocolate, Tom had also left a bag on the bed, it had beautiful red lingerie in it, he also found lube and a plug, red with a black with a sapphire, beautifully cut and probably specially made. And a note

That he does, enjoying the room service, pampering himself. It takes another hour and a half before the door clicks open, and a man walks in.

"Qybor?"

-----

Aemond watched as Lucerys looked confused at him walking in to the room

"Nephew, what a surprise." he throws the folder onto the table near him and gestures for Lucerys to pick it up.

He watches his nephews expressions as he lays out all the things he's been doing as Luke Rivers. The men he was seen on dates with, the hotels, the gifts, the apartments he's rented.

He watches his nephew sit down on the bed with the folder.

"Your Tom, aren't you?"

His nephew is such a smart little thing.

"Yes, but it no longer matters"

His nephew throws the folder at him

"Are you fucking stalking me?"

He smiles, walking closer to his nephew dressed in the lingerie he had purchased, and he's probably wearing the plug, too.

He watches Lucerys as he moves back away from him. Covering himself more with the robe, or as much as he is able to with its sheerness.

He picks up Lucerys' leg from the ground and pulls it up to him as his nephew falls back onto his elbow from the sudden movement.

"What are you doing? Let go!" He tries to pull his leg back, but he puts his lips to the ankle, and Lucerys freezes, "Does your mother know? Your brother, Jace?" His nephew shakes his head and he laughs softly.

"No, sweet Lucerys couldn't be seen meeting men older than him for sex, could he?" He starts to kiss down his ankle to his knee.

"Stop!" His nephew pushes him back, but he finally lets go as his nephew scoots up the bed away from him

"It be a shame if the media found out that Lucerys Velaryon made a fake identity to gain sexual favours from rich men," he contemplates out loud.

Luke snarls at him. "Are you black mailing me?" He asks indignantly.

"Of course not, that's illegal, just giving advice to my nephew who should know that those vultures would pick this up like the juicy gossip that it is"

Luke huffs. "What do you want?"

"I want tonight, with you"

His nephew blushes but doesn't look away as he pulls of his jacket and shirt.

"Why?"

"Because you haunt me"

Lucerys bites his lip, and he watches it move between his teeth.

"Tonight? You want to have s-sex with me?"

He nods and crawls up the bed, pulling his nephews ankle down and crawling above him. "Tonight"

-----

Luke wraps his arms around his uncles neck "tonight" he agrees softly, and his uncle dips down to kiss him, pecking his lips a few times before opening his mouth and using his tongue to delve inside. Putting his weight against him and moving softly, his hands undoing the robe to caress the skin that it conceals.

They kiss for a while before he feels the plug start to pull out, and he moans. But his uncle is a cruel man, so he moves it in and out, deaf to his nephews pleadings, his moans.

Lucerys looks debauched as his uncle removes to plug and sits back on his legs. Above his nephew, he removes the robe as he undoes his pants. Lucerys looks him up and down and watches as he pulls his cock out, stroking it slightly.

"Condom?" Lucerys whispers.

"No, I want to fill you with my seed"

He puts the tip at his nephews entrance, and when he moans encouragingly, he sinks in all the way, punching the breath out of his nephews lungs.

"Dressed so prettily for me, sweet boy?"

"Ahn, qybor!" He pulls at his hips to bring lucerys closer to cover his cock completely.

He moves relentlessly into his nephews heat. Lucerys moans in his ear as he sucks marks into his neck, and as he finally reaches completion, he sinks his teeth into his nephews shoulder, and in return, his nephew digs his nails deep into his back.

He pulls back and watches Lucerys' red face as he breathes. He pulls out and turns his nephew onto his stomach before entering again.

"Ahhh! What are you doing?"

He starts to thrust. "I will have you as many times tonight as I can, I will keep filling you with my cum until I erase all trace of any of the others, until all you can think about is me!" And with that, he keeps thrusting, seeing his nephew reach a hand down he pushing his head into the bed and pulling his hips up as he thrusts harder "You don't get to touch yourself tonight, you come on my cock or you don't come at all"

His nephew moans again at the rough treatment and his words.

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Lucerys wakes up to find his uncle gone. He has a shower and unleashes the torrent of cum that his uncle kept inside with the plug. He cleans himself thoroughly and gets dressed. He walks back and sees a box on the table with his phone and a note.

He reads the note

'Wear it'

He opens it to see a necklace with an engraving of the word 'puppy' he puts it on and tucks it underneath his clothes so it touches his bare skin. He walks out of the hotel and gets in the car He ordered.

He texts 2 people.

Unknown Luke: Did you get the photos?

Unknown: yes

Luke: write the story then wait for my text

Unknowm: is this really what you want

Luke: Yes, alicent won't let him marry me unless her hands have been forced

Unknown: I'll wait for your text

Aemond

Luke: how do I know you won't tell anyone?

Aemond: do you like the necklace?

Luke: you didn't answer me

Aemond: do you like it, yes or no taoba

Luke: I....like it

Aemond: good, keep wearing it until I see you again

Luke: you said only for a night

Aemond: goodbye taoba

Lucerys smiles as he turns off his phone, already imagining the headlines and the fallout.

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Aemond smiles as Aegon sends him a screenshot of the texts from Lucerys.

Sometimes, you need to go the extra mile. Sometimes, you need to get your brother to let your phone number slip and then make up a reporter to get in contact with your nephew, threatening to go public with what they found before your nephew says that he has something better to get them their fame and lays out a plan that you agree with completely but have to pretend not to know so you don't arouse suspicion and to let your nephew think you got the jump on him

He goes back to looking at the photos he took last night. Of his nephew thoroughly debauched and in the midst of passion.

He smiles as he texts back his brother to wait for Luerys to be in the air before releasing the story.

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And there is your story for valentines.

Also, it was so hard because I normally don't write sex scenes, just imply them (heavily imply them)

Yay me! So here you go:

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Part 2

Daemon was carrying Lucerys back to his room. Pondering on the words, normally Lucerys seemed to spout nothing but unintelligible nonsense, but Viserys pushed until he finally spoke the name of the one who occupied his mad ramblings.

Daenerys Stormborn? Targaryen?

Lucerys had revealed many things, things they would need to discuss, to find an explanation for this curse put upon the boy.

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Rhaenyra was heaving in her bed chambers. Her sweet boy just lost it. Mad mumbles become mad ravings.

Throwing things, his nose bleeding, threatening himself with a knife-

Is he even her sweet boy anymore?

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The greens didn't know what to think of Lucerys' madness. To them, it was new, but Rhaenyra and her brood had dealt with this before, just not as much tonight with the kings pushing him over the edge.

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Helaena sat in her room. Her nephew sees the last of them. Sees a descent hundreds of years away. But he only sees the girl. He doesn't see the lions or the wolves or the stags. A dreamer? Or a mad boy?

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Lucerys had woken up with his family around him and a maester near him.

He let the maester examine him, check him over.

"Who is Daenerys Stormborn?"

Lucerys looked blankly to his new father, who asked the question.

"I am Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria – I am the Dragon’s Daughter. And I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming"

Daemon frowned and cupped his face. "No, I am talking to Lucerys Velaryon! The heir to driftwood throne, tell me Lucerys, who is she?"

He watches as Lucerys tears up. "A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing." he reaches up a hand to touch his father's hair

"She's alone, under seige, no family to guide her or protect her"

Daemon had an inkling that this was some sort of prophecy that the girl lucerys sees is a future descendant, that is, she is alone with no family, and there are no Targaryens something terrible has happened.

Lucerys suddenly looked at him. "I am not my father," he whispered shamefully.

Daemon smiled softly at him and gave him a cup laced with milk of the poppy to help the boy sleep.

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Aemond sat in his chambers, eyeing that fire. According to rumours, his nephew went mad after taking his eye, spilling his blood. Whispers of the Velaryon prince being strange. Perhaps his punishment is this madness that plagues him.

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Viserys watches his grandson, a sweet boy who was so much like his mother, who looked like his love, Aemma.

"Is this the first time he's lost it like that?" He looks to his daughter, who sits by the boys' side.

"He's never been this coherent with his ravings. It's normally just mumbles and weird actions, but this isn't like him"

He watches Daemon stand behind Rhaenyra. "Perhaps we should seek help," Rhaenyra scoffed. "So the realm will find out my son raves madness, thinks he is a girl that doesn't exist?"

His brother looks at him. "Perhaps the girl does exist." Rhaenyra looks up at him. "There is no Daenerys Targaryen! Yet she is a plague on my son!"

"She might exist hundreds of years from now, a Targaryen that Luke can see, he speaks her words, perhaps he sees a future that doesn't make sense so it sounds like ravings"

Rhaenyra shook her head

"No, this girl is nothing but some sort of sickness on my son. He held a knife to his own throat! He's not right!"

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Later when Viserys was sitting the throne, seeing to petitions, his family around him.

A woman donned in red, red like blood walked in the room.

"Greetings your grace," She bowed. She stood, her neck adorned by a gem surrounded by gold.

"What is a red priestess doing here?" His brother asked. His lady wife looked at her "Apologies but we support the faith" the red woman smiled.

"I'm not here to argue with you and your false gods." She doesn't look away from the King even though the queen bristles at the disrespect of her faith.

"I am here for the boy" they pause at that and glance at each other with uncertainty "What boy?" The heir asks.

"The prince who was promised" the king and his heir only startle at the words, the others confused. The Red woman muses on this, so the rest don't know the prophecy?

"Lucerys Velaryon is the prince who was promised?" She shakes her head."No, but he's a window to see the one who will bring the dawn"

The King accepts her at that, even though the queen wants her gone. She is taken to see the boy. He looks small on the bed. He stares at the fire but looks up at her when she sits close, the other Targaryens at her back, close to stop her if she seeks to harm the sweet one.

"Greetings little prince, I am Melisandre"

"I am the blood of the dragon"

She smiles. "Yes, I see what you see, the girl, but I only see glimpses. Nothing is clear to me like it is to you"

She grasps his hand. "I wish to help you, to clear your mind, so you can see the princess clearly, undeterred by your own misunderstanding of her of what is happening to you"

He nods. "I wish to swear myself to your service, to guide you"

He smiles gracefully at her, even though he seems to be confused

"And I swear this, if you ever betray me, I'll burn you alive!" He grasps her hand back.

The rest of them seem confused by his words, by hers as well. They don't know what a boon this is. This young prince sees centuries ahead. Sees the one who the red commet falls for.

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Little reminder: If you want this, it is free to use for your own story.

Alicent watched the little beast who took out her sons eye. Apparently, according to her spies, he had been slowly going mad. Saying things, doing things he normally wouldn't do.

He sat quietly eating. He didn't look at anybody, and he had no knives close enough to grab.

Everybody had been quietly eating when he started mumbling. Daemon and Rhaenyra were looking at him, and Jacerys laid a hand on his but snatched it back. "Don't ever presume to touch me again or speak my name," he hissed at his brother, and all conversation stopped.

Rhaenyra had stood up then and walked closer to her son, who stared down his older brother. She looked to her own sons, and they looked shocked. Aegon was looking at Lucerys like he grew another head and Aemond just watched him curiously.

Her father and Helaena also watched them. Rhaenyra touched his shoulder, but he pushed back from the table. "Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell... they're all just spokes on a wheel, " his mother grabbed his face, her hands shaky.

When Lucerys got like this, Rhaenyra's stomach always tightened, Daemon also came near them and touched his forehead with his hand.

"Are you okay, sweet boy?" Her son nodded slightly. He lightly pushed her aside to sit down again and resume eating like nothing happened, and they all seemed to do the same except for her brother.

Aegon laughed into his wine. "A wheel?" He asked Lucerys, who looked up at him."This one's on top, then that one's on top, and on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground," Lucerys spoke to him, and they all seemed to pause. Viserys also watched him.

"A wheel? Spokes? You really are as mad as the rumours say!" Aegon laughed."I'm not going to stop the wheel." Lucerys seemed to look down on him even though he was shorter in his seat, and his next words gave aegon goosebumps."I'm going to break the wheel"

Lucerys continued eating, Jace whispered to Baela, who shook her head, and Rhaena seemed to scoot away from Lucerys.

The King looked at his grandson like the boy was some sort of puzzle. "Tell me more," Daemon glared at him."Viserys!" But Viserys simply waved his hand, and Lucerys looked at the King.

"He was no dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon"

Viserys nodded "Go on boy"

"So many men have tried to kill me, I don't remember all their names, I have been sold like a broodmare!" Daemon seemed to look at Rhaena, who started to tear up

"I have been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled"

They all snapped their attention to him at that, but he didn't look away from the King

"Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith"

The word seemed to echo around the room, who watched the boy speak nonsense, the ravings of a mad boy

"Not in any gods, not in myths and legends, in myself, in Daenerys Targaryen!" He snapped at the end, and it seemed something in him snapped at the kings pushing because he grabbed his head and started to yell in pain. Blood dripped from his nose.

"I am not your little princess! I am Daenerys Stormborn of the blood of old valyria, and I will take what is mine, with fire and blood I will take it"

They got up, and Daemon got close, but Lucerys just kept raving on and on, spouting this, then that. No care for anyone. Rhaenyra had tears dripping down her face and covered her mouth, and the rest moved back when Lucerys threw a goblet at Daemon, who ducked out of the way.

Rhaenyra didn't know any Daenerys, there was no Daenerys Stormborn.

Her father sent a guard to bring the Maesters to help soothe her son, who threw another glass at Daemon.

"Perhaps it's good the people see that Daenerys Stormborn made every effort to avoid bloodshed, and Cersei Lannister refused. They should know whom to blame when the sky falls down upon them!"

He snarled as he started throwing things to get Daemon away, and when he saw Aemond coming closer, he lunged for Rhaena's knife and swung wildly at his uncles, who stepped back. He kept swinging before he brought the blade against his own throat. Rhaenyra screamed out in raw pain at that, and Lucerys halted as he looked at her, letting Aemond and Daemon lunge and detain him. Aemond held his arms against his chest with his back against his front as Daemon grabbed the knife and threw it to the side.

They collapsed to the ground with Lucerys, whose nose bleed heavier and who was heaving with words of madness.

"The world hadn't seen a dragon in centuries until my children were born. The dothraki hadn't crossed the sea, any sea. They did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms, and I will!" He snarled struggling, and as his mother came close, he almost sneered at her.

"You've no right to a braid, you've won no victories yet!"

The maesters arrived and, upon seeing the princes condition, quickly ran back for something to put the prince to sleep. Which made Lucerys struggle more, and his family watched on. His brother is anxious, and the girls in tears.

"They can live in my new world, or the can die in their old one!"

"The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands!"

And on and on he went until the maester returned, and the two warriors doubled down on restraining him as he started to panic more, and when give the tonic, he slumped down into his uncles embrace.

"I am no ordinary woman. My dreams come true!" And with that last line, he fell into slumber. If they hadn't just witnessed his madness, they would have assumed his sleep was peaceful, but they couldn't ignore his words anymore.

Lucerys: *wears seashell crown

Aemond: no

Lucerys: *puts his hand on it and pouts

Aemond: I said no lucerys!

Lucerys: *looks aemond up and down and bites his lip

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At the ball

Aegon: So lucerys could wear a crown, but I couldn't?

Jacerys: Well, you're my husband, not Lucerys, and we agreed that we could role-play tonight. Besides, Aemond was supposed to stop him. He's worn it every day since he got it

Aemond: *smirks and licks his lips, watching his husband dance

Aemond: he was very convincing

Aegon & Jace: ew

"I intend to marry the Lady Alicent Hightower"

Rhaenyra looks at her friend. Can she even call her that anymore?

"Before springs end"

The council smiles

Lord Corlys rages

"No"

They pause at that and look at the princess who hasn't looked away from Alicent who also stares in shock

"I'm sorry, princess?"

Otto. That fucking snake.

"I said no"

She turns to look at her father who looks shocked.

"When you asked for my support i said yes, because I thought you were going to marry Laena Velaryon"

She looks at Alicent, "Not the maid who dressed me"

Alicent starts to scratch her nails but her time of soothing her is over, this is an outrage.

"You told me of duty and expectations"

She looks at the man who killed her mother.

"My mother was expected to birth a prince, and she tried again and again and again, but when she couldn't do that, you cut her open for it, but she and the babe both died anyway"

She looks at the council. "The council who advises you every day preaches about a new queen, about needing a son, and you name me heir and they are still not happy so they keep pushing for a new queen"

She laughs at the absurdity. "And you think it is a good choice to marry the daughter of a second son who stands to inherit nothing. This girl dresses me. She is basically a servant!"

She yells the last part, and when he father goes to protest, "She had been a great comfort to me these last moons!" She looks at Alicent whose fingers bleed.

"You're marrying her because she fucked you?" She slams her hands on the table "Kings don't marry for comfort! They don't marry girls who wander into a kings room without a chaperone! Kings marry for profit! For alliances!"

She looks around the room and sees the hesitance "You are despicable, I should banish you from my presence, talking about my father's duty and yet you who are so pious, visit an unwed man's room by yourself?" She asks Alicent who stutters

"It is not like that Rhaenyra, truly!"

"It is Princess Rhaenyra to you!"

She turns to the Kingsguard "Ser Harrold, has she visited my father alone? At night? I demand an answer as heir to the iron throne!"

Ser Harrold nods. "Yes princess, numerous times in fact"

"Well, it seems to be like that Lady Hightower"

She looks to her father, who has just watched this unfold. "That is enough, princess!" Otto stands as well "Yes it is! If you the Hand suggest this to your King even if she wasn't your daughter I would think you mad! This isn't for the realm! It's for you!" She sneers at him "A second son always and forever!"

She watches him fume. "You probably got a taste of true power, and instead of being faithful to your king you are now faithful to yourself!"

She looks to her father, the Lord Corlys. "I apologise, Lord Corlys, I had assumed my father was going to announce a long engagement to your daughter, whose dowry includes the Velaryon fleet, not this farce!" She looks to the council. "You advise your king to make decisions that will benefit the realm and the house of the dragon, what does a maid, a daughter from a second son, bring to your kingdom?"

She looks at Alicent, whose tears are running down her cheeks. "I suggest that since Lady Alicent is no longer maid, she can either be married to a Bannerman of the Tyrells or serve in the silent sisters and truly become one with her faith"

She turns to the council "I expect a contract drawn up where, when Lady Laena, the daughter of Princess Rhaenys a dragon rider and a Targaryen as well as Lord Corlys who is the greatest sailor ever, whose of House Velaryon, another Valyrian bloodline, will be betrothed to King Viserys, my father. They will wed when she comes of age and my father will have properly mourned Queen Aemma Targaryen, who was taken from us"

"Princess Rhaenyra, that is not your place! It it the council who decides such things!" She nods at his words "Yes the council, well Lord hand, I don't think you are fit to be on this council!" She gestures to the kingsguard."Remove his pin," She orders. Her father collapses in his chair as Otto protests the rough treatment. "Do as she says," her father says weakly, ignoring the yelling.

Alicent is crying and begging "I suppose you have a point, Lady Alicent is welcome to stay as King Viserys mistress, not to hold a royal title or dare to presume herself queen, she will be regularly given moon tea to prevent a bigger scandal then herself and when Lady Laena comes of age she may leave my father's service! Or she may leave now!" She orders the guards to take her away, and as she screams and pleads and makes a run for her, she ignores it all. She takes the pin from the guards and places it on the table. "I suggest you give this to someone trustworthy with our family!" She looks at her father, who says, "Not Daemon. "

She nods as well. "No, not him, Princess Rhaenys. She will stay as the Hand and her daughter will also stay here to learn what is to be expected as your queen, you'll get to know each other better and when you marry you won't be strangers anymore, as for my uncle, he will continue to deal with the crime in this city your previous lord hand had turned his back to" She looks to the council then Lord Corlys who bows in thanks "I thank you Lord Corlys for your service to your king, your daughter will be a wonderful queen!" She walks out, ignoring the gaping of these sheep lords. Of her dragonless father, of a great sailor. Of the kingsguard who bowed as she left. She can still hear Alicents plead for her to listen, for Otto's yells of anger.

She could always get new ladies in waiting and find more companions. She goes to the rookery to write a letter to a wayward dragon, unknowing of the dance she just stopped as soon as the music started.

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That's my rant. I understand the books and everything and the show where they do get married, but the me that marriage is useless. A king, Viserys, should have married Laena or a Dornish princess or foreign, someone who brings an actual alliance to the table, no offence to alicent because I do love her, but this just made no sense to me. Robb Stark was expected to marry for an alliance with the freys, but he slept with a woman once said he dishonoured her and married for love, then got betrayed and killed. Come on, advisors!!! Advise your monarch!

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Little plus for everyone, it's the 4th currently, and in 10 days, time is Valentines Day, and let's just say that ehill3957 has been whipping up a juicy story in ehill3957's dirty mind, so keep an eye out for that when it will be published on the 14th. And there will be a mood board

That's right me, who is bringing to you a new prompt.

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Feral Luke!

But not just normal feral Luke!

Wait for it!

I mean feral like this;

As in an accident, occurred on a ship he was with his grandfather, Corlys on, Vaemond had thrown him overboard in the middle of a sea storm unbeknownst to anyone. Thinking he would be named heir to the Tides or at least regent with up coming wars in the stepstones.

Rhaenyra hadn't heard the news yet but when her sons dragon, Arrax, starting spewing flames and killing keepers, shrieking, she knew something bad had happened.

Corlys had returned, and the news spread throughout the 7 kingdom of the prince lost to the sea. This had different effects on everyone, some grieved, some smiled, some laughed, some mocked, some cried, some raged. But what could a mother dragon do to the ocean? A dragon is a ruler of the skies, not the sea.

Time passed, war in the stepstones, a silent war in their homes.

Vaemonds petition would be heard as his brother instead named Joffrey the next Lord of the Tides and refused his brothers attempts and demands for his home and his seat.

When the Princess's family arrived, they noticed the absence of a pale adolescent dragon, which they heard through whispers flew off, sighted but not secured. This meant fewer dragons to fight when they fought for a chair of swords.

Rhaenyra seemed frozen to her old friend, grief stricken. The queen attempted some soothing words, but Rhaenyra just ignored her comfort. The rest of her family seemed sad also. They were weary and tired. They wanted to go to the home they all shared with the sunken dragon but had to answer this farce of a trial.

The queens children were told to make some kind of effort to reach out to their kin, Aegon even went to Jace's room, but he closed the door in his face after telling him to stop faking it.

But the queens children unknown to the princesses family do feel sadness at the loss of a nephew they will never see again. That was still a green boy who still hadn't gotten sea legs at the time of his parting.

Vaemond is like a peacock, proudly displaying his house colours, already acting like he is the new head of his house, like his brother is already dead. It's a terrible display. Otto is even more of a cunt, sitting on a Targaryen throne, one he hopes his drunken joke of a grandson will sit on.

But like always, the King comes to defend his daughter, to defend her children, and her claim. Announces to the throne room of Vaemonds disinheritance, calls him Waters, rips him from his family tree quickly as he only sat on the Iron Throne less then 10 minutes ago.

But that makes his blood boil. Make him shake with rage. Screaming to all that the princess is a whore and her sons bastards, Daemon a mad man and the King a fool and he can't wait for the kings demise as he intends to watch his most precious daughters fall from grace and her families slaughter. This has the whole throne room frozen, but not the blood of the dragon. When the wielder of Dark Sister goes to take his head, he barely misses the roar of anger, but he feels the room shake, pulling his family back, others do the same, the King just sits there, shocked and trapped.

He watches as the roof caves in, and a monster of shimmering pearl scales falls through. The dust bursts out and blocks everyone's sight, but the sight of her dead sons dragon has Rhaenyra shake. It has grown so much that all the occupants of the room push back towards the walls. Even more so when the dust clears and the boy with a head full of curls sits upon the dragon.

Curls that used to be short and brown now reach longer and streaked with white. What was now a sweet face looks carved from stone. But eyes that blaze in fury never look away from the stupidest man in the room.

When he speaks his voice shakes "No!" He screams in disbelief that the boy he threw into a sea storm sits upon a dragon before his very eyes.

His dragon, which feels the fury in his bloods, screams in Vaemonds face.

When the dead boy speaks, his voice is rough and scratchy, but it is loud and everyone hears

"Yes, you should have slit my throat before you threw me off that ship"

This angers his kin, his blood who grieved him, who thought him truly gone.

The King rises, Balerion screams in his head, "Seize Vaemond Waters!"

But Arrax growls at all who think to come close, and Luke and Vaemond don't break eye contact.

"Vaemond Waters? Know that I'm your end and you are the true bastard and that I've dreamt of this since I woke up alone on the fucking Island!"

"Ipradagon zirȳla" Eat him

The room watches as the disinherited man tries to flee, but the dragon grabs his legs within its jaw and crunches, the room gasps and screams as the bones crack so loud it echoes, as Vaemond screams in excruciating pain, as Arrax feasts on him quick but slow enough it takes a minute before he's consumed and dead.

The heir drops to the ground in shock, and her husband crouching with her, her family circles her, but her beautiful boy slides from the dragon that she notices no longer dons a saddle. That his footsteps echo through the room even as the occupants flee as loud as possible. As the dragon paces the room to stand guard to her sweet boy.

Her son she thought truly gone stands in front of her. He's not wearing shoes. His clothes seem more like the robes of the lands across the sea, stitched terribly, like a child with no knowledge would do so.

He also drops to his knees, so close they almost touch hers, and when she raises her head to look in his eyes she notices that as she rises and cups his face that he is still so small. So young.

"Muñnykeā, nyke lenton" Mother, I'm home.

She drags him so close, clawing at him to get closer. She holds him as they both cry, loud and ugly. As their kin cries with them, as her husband also hugs him, as their children and her father, as her cousin, also hug her sweet boy.

As they cry so much their throats dry from it. As Arrax settles around the family and nudges the lost boy with his head.

And when the queen and her children come closer and Luke reaches out and drags his biggest regret down to his knees and cries into his chest, as the one-eyed Targaryen hugs him back, as the eldest also hugs him, and his sweet aunt who kisses his cheeks, and the queen who feels nothing but happiness as her friend embraces her in shock.

A man stands close but distant, a hand on his jacket, blank faced as he watches the boy he arranged to have killed sit in the midst of his family, as he sees dragons young and old surround this boy and know that in no time soon will he get the chance to come close again, as the white dragon eyes him like a threat and bares his teeth silently. As the boy looks straight at him and he sees his brown eyes stare dead at him, like they are empty and soulless and smiles like his dragon does. He knows he has lost, that the occupants who have run have spread word, that ravens fly in all directions, that the boy is the safest man in all 7 kingdoms as of this moment. He is to follow the dead disinherited Velaryon. Not today, not tomorrow, but the future is unknown to him, but the eyes tell him he will see his end in time.