#lucmond

Lucerys knew it was him by his steps.

It had been years and even if the last time he had heard them were when they were children - it was still Aemond.

The last memory of his sight had been Driftmark when watched Vhagar descend with Aemond stride her saddle. No longer his uncle was a dragonless prince, but one who claimed the oldest and largest dragon among them. He walked with pride in his step and Lucerys found he could only stare at him with awe.

Yet his brother and cousins were upon Aemond within seconds.

Lucerys watched in horror as they punched and kicked at him. Aemond defended himself well, but 3 against 1 wasn’t fair. He felt his feet take him in the middle of the fight trying to push them away, desperately telling them to stop this.

Jace threw sand into Aemond’s face when Rhaena pulled the knife. It was only a second that things changed and when Lucerys stepped in between them, his world was filled with pain and darkness.

The young prince lost both eyes.

Lucerys was blind.

His mother cried for him, holding his shaking hand. His face felt like it was on fire and all he could think of was if Aemond was alright. Once the maesters were done tormenting him and he sipped on Milk of the Poppy to dull the pain did he hear footsteps.

A familiar hand took his gently and held it. Being sedated, Lucerys could only gently squeeze the hand before he slipped into a uncomfortable sleep.

Everything Lucerys had was taken. Being blind he could never navigate the waters, command ships and sail without help. The title of Lord of the Tides slipped from his fingers and passed to Baela. It would had been a weight lifted from his shoulders, if the whispers hadn’t of started.

Lucerys the Blind they whispered. That was what everyone - from servants to lords - called him. He was a burden to his family. During the years he had grown withdrawn and often sat alone away from everyone. He requested his clothing to be black since there was little point wearing color now.

Now, they arrived in King’s Landing to defend Baela against Vaemond’s claim for power.

Rather then be with those who would gawk, Lucerys sat in the silence of the Godswood.

It’s where he heard the steps again. His heart throbbed and he felt a gentle hand touch his own. The warmth was so familiar that he would had cried.

“Nephew,” Aemond said softly and he felt the presence knelt down before him.

“Uncle,” he replied with a smile.

Wheel of Time and Light by @hrgves

Chapter 4 Silk and Fire 🔥

This is Luke meeting the Red Priest for the first time and having visions in the fire.