#luciendyer

if one had asked clancy how he would picture ironhaven’s uprising against the balance of powers, he’d have included a lot more pride-driven festivities in his depiction. celebrations throughout the streets, alcohol flowing freely, the people raucously supporting their king and the financial prosperity made possible to even the poorest of ironhaven residents with the expansion into bearoria. with the eerie silence in the streets, clancy’s wondered on multiple occasions if the news were even true or if maybe he was the only noble left with pure ironhaven blood running through his veins. figuring one of the guard would have the answer, the young duke semi-reluctantly found his way to the dwelling of one lucien dyer. he has questions but, primarily, the socialite is in dire need of company. for a kingdom about to take over zenan, ironhaven has been incredibly boring. the door knocker causes distaste to color clancy’s fair features and his nose scrunches as he waits. such was really not the place for ironhaven nobility but desperate times call for desperate measures. // @luciendyer

“LISTEN --- besides sex and parties, i think fighting is actually the best feeling in the world? like, have you ever completely turned yourself over to the physicality of a fight? you’re standing on the precipice of victory and loss, pleasure and pain. you have the power to completely alter someone’s existence and you’re giving them the power to alter yours. fighting is the feeling of being alive, man. the burn of your muscles, the sting of a blow, the adrenaline running like acid through your veins. it’s thrilling.”

“vi is a wonderful sister, a wonderful queen, and she shall be a wonderful mother. she is incredibly strong and admirable and i love her dearly. i feel as though i would be lost without her. she’s very much a role model to me.” // @winncll

            “i love my kingdom. as sparse as it is, i’m grateful to be ruling over them. and grateful that they’ve accepted me as their ruler despite my sex. i would die for them.”

pyros once hired a bard to craft a song that could encapture how inferior lucien was to him. he keeps the first draft tied with silk ribbon and keeps it close to him as he sleeps.

on the low, lucien has adair’s body goals. the sea prince is still very lanky and lean; he’s always been a scrawny beanpole and is only just starting to get a little muscle definition from the training efforts of nico + his years of swimming. but lucien’s physique is absolutely how adair wished he looked though he thinks that’d be weird to say aloud.