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Instructing Pleasure | Lucerys Velaryon
Summary: As you are soon to chose a husband, your brother Luke, realizes you know nothing of sex. so he decided to teach you.
Pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x TargaryenReader
Warnings: Smut
Part II
Author’s note: Basically following Targaryen traditions, yes. If you want to be added to the taglist of HOTD please lmk!
Born as the last child and only daughter of the marriage of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon brought a lot of attention, as you were a bloody living imagine of both Sir Laenor and Rhaenyra.
There was absolutely no way anyone could question your offspring and truth be told, you became the next Realm’s Delight but your giving nickname was the Enchanting Ember.
People of King’s Landing adored to watch you turn into the beautiful young lady you now were, and ever since your birth it was easier to mitigate rumors of your brothers potential “bastardy” so you quite literally, brought the family together.
Your mother had become Queen, as it was planned from the very start, Jacaerys had taken more responsibilities as heir to the throne and to start your mother’s regency on a happy note, Jacaerys and Baela celebrated their union.
Lucerys was a year away from becoming Lord of Driftmark, which meant he was also soon to celebrate his arranged marriage.
By this time you were sixteen and overall you had no political obligations like Jacaerys, Lucerys or Joffrey, but by your age both your mother and Daemon, who was very much your father, thought it was the perfect age to start looking for potential suitors.
There were in no rush to marry you, in fact, the simply wanted to give you enough time for you to choose your spouse, therefore, giving you the freedom of choosing your fate.
As your focus was now to find a husband, you began to take more care of your appearance, you had to represent your House, you had to present yourself as the rightful daughter of a Queen.
Your brothers noticed this, especially Lucerys. Both of you were very close since childhood, always sitting together at family reunions and dinings, but one night he noticed his perception of you, was changing to him.
It was no surprise when you were coming late for the supper, it was quite usual of your character and Lucerys was chatting with his brothers when the doors opened, reveling you in a rosy- silver gown, with your hair falling on your back yet perfectly arranged, not a single hair out of place.
He lifted his brows in awe, suddenly feeling a notorious lack of air in his lungs, truly everyone was mesmerized, from your uncles and aunt to your own brothers and parents.
“Forgive me all, for the tardiness” you gracefully excused yourself as you walked slowly to your place at the table, Luke was quick to react and help you sit beside him, you looked at him with a smile, you were always smiling at him but this time, his cheeks rapidly turned red as he finally took his own seat.
“You look divine, my dear daughter” your mother, Rhaenyra, complimented you and soon everyone else at the table did too. It was so obvious that Lucerys couldn’t keep his eyes away from you,
He was truly at the loss of words by the sight of you and your unique beauty, your clothes accentuated every curve in your body, how your breast were showing from your dress, not too much, but enough to make him want to see more…
What in the fuck was he thinking?!
It was nothing like him to have such sinful thoughts, much less of his sister, but he wasn't looking at you as his beloved sister, but as a woman that awakened a blinding desire.
For the next weeks, Luke tried his best to keep his emotions at bay, but whenever his eyes laid on you, whenever he heard your sweet voice, calling his name, your laugh, anything at all, his knees would shake.
He knew it was best if just focused on his own duties but against his better judgment, he offered to serve as companion and counselor even, in your quest of a suitable husband.
Your mother allowed it, because being rational, Luke was betrothed to Rhaena for long enough to be a good advisor.
What could go wrong?
Basically everything, because now Luke and yourself were practically joint to the hip, always chatting, walking, inspecting suitors.
He would even crack a joke or two about some of your prospects.
“This one isn’t much of a charmer, is he?” He muttered in your ear, making you hold back on a laugh, resulting in a grimace.
“You promised to be nice” you reminded him on the low
“You deserve more than just nice, dove” he said on a more serious note, because truly, he meant it
Lucerys was enjoying his privileged position because he could have you near, but he could not ignore the fact he became jealous of you, whenever a suitor caught your eye or when you were receiving generous gifts and praises of this men.
Because you were the Enchanting Ember. Of course men from all the lands were coming just to have a chance at earning your hand.
Your quest was soon to be over, only three men were left as the legitimate options; so to make something out of this event you had another family reunion.
Evening was going quite nicely, between the chatting, the small dancing and the food, it all seemed to be ending on a very high note.
That was until your drunk uncle Aegon, stood up and dangled his cup up in the air, spilling a few drops of wine on the table cloth.
“I wish to make a toast” Aegon slurred, everyone at the table shared glances between awkwardness and somewhat amusement.
“To my lovely niece Y/N! You have grown quite nicely but soon you’ll become a full woman as a complete stranger puts his cock in your-!”
“We’ve heard enough, Aegon” Alicent deadpanned, sitting him back down.
Everyone in the room went awfully silent and when Luke turned to meet your gaze he only found eyes of deep confusion, you were trying to look at your parents, but they avoided your gaze knowingly.
Had they not explained to you what was supposed to happen when you were married?
Helaena took Aegon back to his chambers and as we was dragged away both Rhaenyra and Daemon tried to approach you, but you took a few steps back.
“I’ll go back to my room” you spoke breaking the absolute silence.
“Y/N…” Rhaenyra murmured, but you ignored her and left the room at a fast pace, Lucerys looked at his mother whom looked awfully troubled.
“I’ll go see her” Luke eased her mother as he followed your steps, as he reached the door to your room he opened it quietly to see you in some sort of wrestle to get your corset out of your body.
Your maidens were a few feet away from you, not sure what to do in this scenario.
“May I?” you jumped, looking at your brother with embarrassment, you slightly nodded, right now the only thing you needed were truly familiar faces.
Luke dismissed your maidens and they closed the door behind them, after being left alone, the black haired prince approached you from behind, resting his hands on your and enclosing them tightly.
“Talk to me, please” he begged
“Luke… I’m not like you or Jace or even Joffrey, my only duty to this realm, to our mother is to marry a good Lord and I don’t even understand what my marital duties entail” you explained distressed and ashamed of yourself.
Lucerys placed his hands on your back, freeing you of the restraining piece of clothing rather easily, then, he exhaled deeply.
“Sex”
He said finally, making you turn in your heels, you were looking for further explanation, because still, the word meant nothing to you.
“You know how you must give birth?” You nodded quietly
“Sex is what a man and a woman must do, so that you are with child” he tried his best to explain as his cheeks were tinted red.
“Okay, but what does the act entail?” You asked, right now he didn’t know what to do, or even what situation was he getting involved in, but out of nervousness his gaze fell on your breast, his eyes went down instinctively scanning the thin fabric of your dress, it would be so easy to…
Then something clicked inside his brain.
“Let me show you” he said.
Before you knew it, you were out of the castle, dressed in the dirty rags pacing down the land in the quiet night.
Until you reached some strange place filled with all men and women. Luke was holding your hand tightly, guiding you.
“Where-“
“Shhh!” Luke shut down almost immediately, you were perfectly hidden in the shadows, your ears pricked as you heard some really strange notices and Lucerys instructed you to take a peak.
What you saw was beyond your wildest dreams, this people were all naked, you saw the men inserting their cock into different holes of the women’s bodies, fingers going in and out, man and women both having their cocks and cunts even on their mouths.
You just could not bring yourself to look away, too impressed with the scenes before you eyes.
The raven boy saw how aroused and mesmerized you were and carefully sneaked his hand inside your garments, causing your breath to become more faltering.
“This is what sex is” Lucerys whispered in a husky voice, his hand found it’s way to your core as he started to place long and sloppy kisses around your neck.
Your whole body was pulsing, tingling, burning all at once, every sensation was new and intoxicating, even when you couldn’t see his face, you could feel his hot breath on your neck, his breathing getting more elaborated, how firmly he was grabbing you.
He was touching and playing with your folds expertly, he wasn’t forceful, instead he was methodical, quiet even as he entered a single finger inside of you.
You had to catch your breath quick, the feeling of his digit inside you in that moment was pure insanity.
“Luke…” you moaned as he pumped up and down into your walls, groaning at how your insides clenched on a single finger of his; the more he pumped, the more your walls were constricting him and even as he heard you moan under your breath, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He plugged his finger out of you, earning a whimper from your lips and then he turned you to face him, to look him in the eyes.
So he could finally kiss you.
It was a kiss full of lust, need and urgency, the kind of urgency only lovers could understand.
Lucerys felt as if he was in Valyria, he was deep into the bliss over the sensation of your lips on his, of your tongues dancing gracefully with one another, he just kept clinging onto you for dear life, drawing you impossibly closer to him.
Out of the lack of oxygen you both pulled away from the kiss, but you were still holding each other.
“Do you want this?” Lucerys asked before this could go to the point of no return. He wanted you, desperately. But he would never do anything you wouldn’t consent to.
“I do” you confirmed, Lucerys felt the air in his lungs almost purifying with your answer, he smiled widely as he took your hand in his again.
“Let us go then, the castle is a better place to fuck” he jokingly said, making you giggle and soon Lucerys was almost dragging you at full speed back into the castle.
This time around though, he led you into his room and as soon as the door closed Luke was all over you.
He kissed you and lifted you from the ground to finally place you on the bed with gently and start removing your clothes one by one, you applied the same principle on him until you were both fully naked.
Both of you took a moment to soak in the sight of the other as all was very new.
“Fucking hell. Your body is utter perfection” he said truly mesmerized.
You blushed madly at his comment, smiling as he sneaked closer and closer to your face, he kissed you softly before going down to your neck, now intently sucking on the your soft skin, while his hand made its way back onto your core.
As Lucerys reached the valley between your breast, so did two of his fingers inside your folds, this time around, your sounds of pleasure were louder, which he absolutely adored.
His fingers were curling and pumping inside your cunt as his mouth was swirling and sucking on your nipples harder and harder.
For the first time in your life, you felt yourself hot and growing wetter under Luke’s skillful ministrations. Your nails were starting to dig into his shoulders, as you couldn’t control the sounds coming out of your mouth.
“God, Luke!” You moaned close to your edge, although you couldn’t put it into words, Lucerys could definitely feel it and so he stopped abruptly.
“Why did you… stop?” you said almost out of breath and notably flustered.
“Because I wish to feast on you” he said smiling wickedly before positioning himself between your legs and pulling your core closer by dragging you down by the ass.
Before you could even let out a sound, Lucerys had started to taste your, running his tongue up and down your folds, poking at your very center with the tip of his tongue, he went in all possible directions, sucking on all the right places.
Out of instinct and completely drunk in the moment you placed your hand on the back of his head, keeping him in place and even pulling him deeper.
“Y-yes! Luke keep g-going!” you begged in ecstasy, a knot was tightening around your stomach and you needed a desperate release.
Lucerys Velaryon was, quiet literally feasting on your juices and no matter how much you squirmed nor moved, the man was on a mission, a mission to make you ride the fuck out of your own ecstasy.
At this point there were no words, just incoherent sounds of absolute pleasure and even as you felt yourself come undone, Lucerys wouldn’t let go and instead, drank every drop of what you had to offer to him.
When he was done, Luke found your eyes, pleased with his doings as he could tell it had been successful to the purpose of making you cum.
The sight of you, glistening in sweat, with heavy breathing and rosy cheeks was arousing to extends he could not describe.
His cock was undoubtedly hard as he towered over you his green eyes seemingly darker and lustful.
“This will hurt, but I promise it won’t take long before it’s pleasure what you feel afterwards” he explained to you calmly, you placed your hands around his neck
“I trust you, Luke” you both smiled at each other and still looking at you in the eye, he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly entering you.
You gasped at the strange sensation of him being inside you and as he went deeper you understood him completely.
You could feel yourself adjusting to his size, and yes, it wasn’t comfortable, truly you did feel a pain you had never felt before.
Luke got your mind of the pain as he kissed you passionately and you reciprocated immediately, his cock went slightly in and out of you, trying to give you time to familiarize yourself to the sense of him fully inside you.
Just like Luke had said, the pain at one point turned to pleasure, your whimpers were now turning into moans as Lucerys placed sweet kisses on your cheek.
“Luke… please fuck me” you pleaded him and he was quick to answer to your command. The future Lord of the Tides held onto your leg, keeping it wrapped around his waist while his other hand held your hip.
His pace was firm and bit by bit he started going faster, being careful not to hurt you but still looking to suffice his hunger and need of you.
His head was buried in the crook of your neck, your eyes were shut in pure bliss and you were dragging your nails up and down his back as Lucerys found your g-spot.
The sounds of pleasure and the act itself echoing the room, you were chanting on each other’s names like a prayer. Your climax came first and not long after Lucerys followed, filling you whole.
As you both breathed heavily, Luke pulled out of you and it was amazing how hollow you now felt without his cock in you.
He reincorporated himself just to grab a fur large enough for the both of you to be covered, he grabbed the fur around him and hugged you inside the blanket keeping you incredibly warm and close. 
“Luke?” You looked up at him
“Yes, dove?”
“It’ll be okay,right?” You asked.
There were a lot of things implied in that question, he knew that well, the honest answer was he didn’t know, he hoped so, but a lot of the things that were implied in that question were very much uncertain, but Lucerys knew that right now, everything was quiet, everything was okay.
So he went with that.
“Of course” he said as relaxed as ever, giving you the peace of mind you needed.
But that, was the last moment of peace the two of you would get.
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Grown up Lucerys, Lord of the Tides
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Just a little doodle.
Aemond leaves the dinner table, taking what is his 😂
Translate:
“What a F*kin’ dinner”
Rhaenyra: “Where are you going with my baby?!”
Alicent: “Aemond, come back here!”
Plus:
Aegon: Take me too.
Jace: What?
A moment later:
Helaena: 😳
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Coronation
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Lord of Driftmark
Lucerys Velaryon x Fem! OC
Summary: it wasn’t secret that prince lucerys had many conquests and his sister was jealous.
warnings: my first language isn’t English and I didn't correct this / smut / incest / I know the labels aren’t 100% correct
It wasn’t a secret to the kingdom that Prince Lucerys "Lord of Driftmark" had many conquests throughout the kingdom, he was refused to marry and belong completely to anyone, his mother Queen Rhaenyra had tried many times to convince him but he simply did not want to, he was fine as sole ruler and with his women around, it was said that he had had some bastards but he had not wanted them, they were had dark hair as any child could have so there was no way to prove that they were his children.
On the other hand there was his younger sister Visenya the young girl who loved him since she had been conscious, she had always felt jealous of all the women who hovered around him and she wanted to murder each and every one of them but she could not, she could not show herself like that to others and she was definitely not going to let her jealousy win her over. Sometimes the princess made some of her brother's suitors disappear, the prettiest ones she sent away and made sure they never came near them again, it wasn't necessary scary them because they had the beautiful woman with a strong character and fierce stories.
Rhaenyra knew what her daughter felt and she also knew that there was no line in the world that Visenya would not cross for him.
sometimes it reminded her of her youth, the fire her children had within her and how they were as attracted to each other as she was to Daemon. Rhaenyra was aware that her son felt the same way since when it was suggested to him that she and Daemon had the idea of marrying Visenya to a noble of one of the houses he flatly refused, he even got angry at the idea. That was the first time.
There was another occasion in which Visenya was talking with a young Stark and while they were laughing and talking from afar Lucerys watched them and especially the man he killed him with his eyes, that time he called the man and took him away from the room after that it was only known that the next day he was returning to his home.
Both did everything to prevent the other from interacting with other people but neither of them did anything to be together.
As a princess she had to marry urgently and that was about to happen, despite Lucerys' attempts to stop it from happening, the Lannister house accepted the queen's offer to marry her youngest daughter to John Lannister, the youngest son of the family. Visenya was not entirely happy but if that was what she had to do she would do it no matter what, her family was the most important thing and above all her name was.
That day all the houses prepared to go to the wedding of their princess, by request of the Lannister house the wedding was going to be like any other because they did not want to follow the Valyrian traditions for not knowing them, Visenya was upset with this because she always wanted to get married under their traditions but there was nothing you could say to make them do it. After that everything happened quickly and the young couple was finally married, the whole event was witnessed by Lucerys from afar because at no time he wanted to approach them more than he should, he didn’t want to talk to them and much less to congratulate them.
While the people danced and drank Visenya's ladies took her to her room to prepare her to be with her husband, they bathed her body and let her hair down, they dressed her with a beautiful white nightgown ready for the night, as soon as they left Visenya heard the sound of the door and she thought it was her husband but it was not, it was prince Lucerys right in front of her.
"What are you doing here Lucerys?". She asked.
"I wanted to see my little sister “. He answered her, getting even closer to her.
"You didn't want to greet me the whole dinner, why would do it now? “. Visenya moved away from him trying to avoid him touching her but he was quicker and he grabbed her by the wrist. "Let go Lucerys, I don't want you to touch me".
"You don't want to eh?, that's not what it looks like when I see you spying on me with other women". Visenya was stunned to be discovered and did not want to say a word. "I know you want to be the one under me “.
"No, I don't and I will never want to". She defended herself.
"Never say never, darling “. Immediately after that he grabbed her by the waist pulled her to him and kissed her.
In the blink of an eye they were both on the bed she was supposed to share with her husband, Visenya straddling his lap, Lucerys' large hands roaming from her hips to the curve of her slightly exposed ass.
"Luke." She moaned as best she could. Her pussy was throbbing as he kissed her neck, slapping his hips against her clit.
"You must go, my husband could arrive." She pleaded him.
" Maybe then he will realize that no one could ever make you feel the way I do ". He whispered against her neck.
He stood up a little and turned around to drop her on the bed. He helped her take off her dress and leave her completely naked, walked over to her and began to distribute kisses all over her body and the occasional mark.
" Please Luke, don't tease me." She begged him.
" Are you going to let me use this pretty pussy?" he asked, running his tip up and down.
She nodded her head and he immediately smiled, his right hand reaching down to grab her thigh while his left hand guided his cock.
She moaned as she slowly felt him, her pussy stretching around his cock as he soothed her.
"It won't last long the pain, trust me." He told her. He leaned into her face spreading kisses across her lips and neck as he began to gently thrust in and out of her.
Visenya was starting to get desperate and wanted more. "Luke, harder." She whispered in his ear. He was surprised but took advantage and wasted no time to start fucking her harder.
"Tomorrow morning you will be carrying my child in your womb and no other man will be able to touch you".
Finger nails running down his muscular back, his words made Visenya thrill.
" Did you understand me?" . He asked taking her by the throat.
" Yes yes, I will take as many children as you ask me to, I promise " . He continued to pound her relentlessly, one hand gripping her thigh and the other grabbing her pretty throat.
"Please, I need...".
"Cum around my cock." He asked her and so she did, she felt free.
Luke finally came and his body felt bigger and bigger on top of her, his cum felt hot as it filled her cervix.
"Shit." he exhaled, pulling his cock out as his cum dripped from Visenya's pussy.
He brought his fingers up and pushed them back into her, making sure nothing escaped.
"Let nothing go to waste." He told her before planting a kiss on her mouth.
"Luke and what about my husband?". She asked him.
"I'll make sure it looks like an accident". At such an answer she smiled at him and kissed him again.
She was tired but she wanted to keep her promise and give him as many children as he asked for and for that to be fulfilled they had to keep going, so without wasting time she climbed on top of her brother and again directed his cock in her aching pussy to feel him deep inside.
" So someone is eager to continue." He told her with a smile. He took by the hips and began to guide her in her work and so they continued their night without stopping until dawn.
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BORN OF THE SAME SIN, Jacaery’s Velaryon x original!fem!character . ( chapter one )
summary: Ivorlyn Targaryen is the bastard daughter of Daemon Targaryen, and despite the dysfunctional nature of living with the man, his new wife and their many children— she finds her life on dragon stone somewhat peaceful. That is, until, they’re called back to Kings Landing and her relationship with a certain future king is put under a new light.
This story is in tandem with a future aemond fic, so there is another OC ( Valaena ) who will feature through out! <3 not my gif !!
Just a preface of the ages seen so HOTD is a little vague— Jace, Valaena and Ivy are 18, Aemond is 19, Helaena is 21 & Aegon is 22.
warnings: canon typical violence & themes, angst, targ!cest, sexual assault, abuse, illusions to childhood abuse/trauma, eventual smut.
word count: 4.0k
Valaena's skirt was hitched up to her knees— more for the added agility it would grant her than to keep it dry as the scarlet fabric had become sodden long ago. Water lapped against her skin, and she treaded through it seamlessly, almost as if it caused her no resistance at all. "Luke!" She chided, her voice lilted with laughter as the boy sloshed towards her, hands full of seaweed. Ivorlyn watched with an amused sort of melancholy— her step siblings had always been so free in character, so careless in joy, and some ugly part of her envied it. Her admiration for them was plentiful, but she wished for their candour in her state of guarded introversion. Rhaenyra's gleeful laugh spilled out like honey, one hand resting on her swollen stomach as she watched her children.
Jace raised Joff onto his shoulder, water soaking the breast of his tunic from the younger boys legs. He was one or two years too old to be carried now, but Jacaerys didn't seem to care. "I fear they will never grow up." Her stepmother mused, tone indicating she had no such fears.
Ivorlyn smiled gently, "Perhaps not."
Aegon tugged at her skirt, his silky hair golden with the setting sun. He was her fathers heir— a boy of legitimate birth and clear, undeniable, Targaryen features. She had those feature too, granted, but her blood was not pure like his. His little hands made a grabbing motion at her, so she hoisted him onto her hip and allowed his head to nuzzle into her neck. "Where is father?" Ivorlyn found the question slipping out— truthfully, the man had always made her rather anxious, and she tried to steer clear of the topic of him.
Rhaenyra gave her a tired smile, "Research."
Oh. She could barley mask her grimace. Ivorlyn was dragonless— she was not born with an egg to warm her cradle, nor had she attempted to claim one in the years since, a fact which her father detested. She wasn't the only child of his to not have a dragon, Rhaena, too, was yet to claim, but for some reason that didn't bother him as much. She didn't let the thought of it being because she was his only bastard child to burden her for too long. No. She always dismissed the thought, but it lingered, he's trying to give you value. Make you worthy. No.
Her fingers ran soothingly through Aegon's hair. "Have you told them of the news?" She nodded towards the sea, her half siblings looked younger playing amongst the waves, like children— a sight she knew would become scares in the coming months. Jace, Laena and herself where nearing eighteen, Luke only a few ages behind, and the past few years had been peaceful enough to facilitate a happy childhood.
"I am to tell them tonight," Rhaenyra responded, a troubled look on her face, "I do worry, though, of Luke. He has felt the weight of... the rumours... more so than his brothers."
Ivorlyn gave a sympathetic hum. It was true that Luke was insecure of the whispers that echoed the realm, she'd seen first hand how it manifested into self doubt— his older brother was more defensive over such matters, quicker to anger rather than yield meekly to thoughts that made him feel unworthy. She felt for Luke in that regard, but the whispers of her illegitimacy where more like screams. Joff was still slightly young to fully comprehend, or care, about the topic.
"It will unnerve him, I think, but he is more resilient than we credit him for. It's his title, and deep down— he knows he has every right to it."
Her stepmother sighed, "You are right, it just bothers me. I do not like to see him distressed."
She smiled reassuringly at her, "You love them, such a dislike is only natural."
She smiled back, rubbing a hand once again over her stomach. The women watched her children for a moment longer before she spoke again, "Ivy?"
"Yes?"
"Your addition to this... to our family... we are grateful for it. All of us."
She felt the weight of Aegon in her arms, the sound of laughter that echoed back to them from the sea, the look of warmth in Rhaenyra's eyes and nodded. While her father was a difficult man to understand— to feel connected to, she was glad for the family he came with. The people who had accepted her and given her a home.
"I do," She said appreciatively, "I share the same affection for all of you."
Viserys, from where he'd been seated by his mothers feet, toddled up to her and began to tug at her skirt. She laughed slightly, struggling to crouch down and hoist him onto her hip with only one available arm. Sand stained the fabric, and she slipped onto her knees for a moment with a startled noise. The grin on her face, however, never faded as Aegon let out an excited squeal. Viserys arms wound around her neck, and with each child resting on a hip, she attempted to stand once again. It failed however, and she fell onto her backside still gripping onto them. They giggled relentlessly as she huffed.
Hands plucked Aegon from her grasp, and she looked up to see Jace smirking down at her, the sliver hair boy now resting on his oldest brother’s hip. He held out a hand to her, and she allowed him to pull her and Viserys upright.
"They have grown too big for you." He was smiling, poking Visery's cheek as he squirmed away from him in her arms.
"It's picking them up," She denied, "I think I can carry them both for a little longer."
He cocked a brow at her, then a mischievous look overtook his face before he handed the small boy back to her. Okay, Ivy struggled to hoist him comfortably onto her hip, maybe they are getting heavy. She wasn't prepared to admit that, however. It didn't matter though, Jace was grinning like he'd read her mind.
"Soon they will be just as tall as Joff."
"Don't speak such words," She feigned heartbreak, a pout befalling her lips as her head came to rest on Aegon's, "They must stay small forever so that I may always be able to set them on my lap and listen to their made-up stories."
"They will always have stories to tell you," He smiled warmly and caressed their youngest brothers cheek, jesting, "Perhaps one day, they'll even be true."
Ivorlyn snorted, "I don't know, the one about the water snake that breathed fire over their boat before falling a victim to Egg's sword sounded rather real to me."
Jace swept Visery's onto his own hip— much to her chagrin, she was clearly not going to be able to carry them both back. "Oh no, that one was most definitely true," He laughed, then sent her a wink as he turned to walk back towards the castle— glancing over his shoulder as she followed with their younger sibling, "I was there."
Ivorlyn let out a snort— which seemed to heighten his amusement— "Oh how it sets my blood alight with envy that you boys get to have such exciting adventures."
He was walking backwards now, boots kicking up sand, still grinning, "Perhaps if you're nice enough he'll let you be apart of the next adventure."
Ivorlyn mocked offence, "I'm already nice enough."
He gave her a I-don't-know-what-to-tell-you shrug, "Egg's rules, not mine."
She looked down at the boy on her hip, poking him in the cheek until he squirmed with giggles, "I'm nice enough to be in your stories, right Aegon?"
"You're a girl," he said between gasps of laughter, "You can't fight sea monsters."
"Now, Aegon," Jace protested, only a light tone of scolding in his voice— their brother was young after all, such idealisations were merely a product of what he'd been taught, "Girls can fight sea monsters— some of the best fighters in history were girls."
Ivorlyn was already confident Jacaerys was going to make a good king— he was determined to learn his duties and had a moral heart, but it was when he said things like this that she believed he would be a great one. Someone who wasn't too arrogant to deny help from anyone who could give it— be it boy or girl, rich or poor, what mattered to Jace would be what is best for the realm, not best for reputation. Aegon looked curious, tilting his head, "Really?"
Ivorlyn hummed in response, "Visenya Targaryen, your ancestor, is one of the most well known warriors to have ever lived. She was the sister-wife of your namesake."
"Oh." He said, like he'd never considered such a thing. Perhaps he hadn't— she, Valaena and Rhaena were not trained like the boys where to fight, so Aegon was not accustomed to the concept of such a thing. Ivorlyn supposed if Baela was here— who cared not for the scorn of people's opinions when it came to training with her swords, then perhaps Aegon wouldn't be so surprised. Ivy could recall a phases of interest Valaena had in learning the skill when they'd been back at the redkeep— Sir Harwin had always been kind to her, and she was determined to be involved with his training of her brothers. After his death, her interest had diminished. Ivorlyn wasn't sure wether it was the swords, or the man who was comfortingly familiar to her that had driven the desire to be taught.
She did not ponder the question with contempt— it was a sad thing, the void it created within one's heart to feel something to be inherently true within the depths of your very soul, to know a little secret that was valuable and shaping to who you are, and not be able to acknowledge it within reality. It was a feeling she knew well, so the whispered judgement surrounding the the dark hair was not a stigma she shared her scorn with.
“It’s getting late,” It was Rhaenyra who spoke next, offering a small smile to Valaena when she took the women’s arm to alleviate the strain pregnancy had put onto her body, “Time we get the little ones ready for bed.”
Luke carried Joffrey on his back, racing slightly ahead of Jace as they laughed towards the castle. Fondly; she smiled down at the boy in her arms as he gradually began to show his tiredness through the way his eyelids grew heavier. Tomorrow, things would be different, but for now she would enjoy the peace for as long as she could.
•*⁀➷
She did remember her mother. Ivorlyn was only young when her uncle had taken her in— five, in-fact, but there had been a time when it had just been her and the older women with the hair of honey and a musical voice that she could still hear in the wind sometimes. Her name had been Alessia, and she was a beauty favoured by men of depravity— one of those being her father, Daemon Targaryen. She had been kind. Ivorlyn remember that, even when her face began to fade to her memory and that part of her childhood felt so very distant. Kind and gentle. Yet, a whore house was no place for a child, and there was vivid parts of those days that where scarred into her mind permanently. Scenes too obscene for such a young age, men's eyes that burned with things that made her skin crawl— things that shouldn't be aimed at girl of not even six.
She didn't speak of those days to anyone. It took up a quite, yet screaming, part of her mind. And when she slept, and the nightmares crept in, it was those men that haunted them.
"Ivy?" She startled, her book slipping out of her grasp and colliding with the carpet. An apology slipped from her lips instantly as she reached to pick it up, the figure filling her with a momentary sense of guilt. Yet, it was only Jacaerys, and she wasn't in some place she wasn't suppose to be— this was the family library. Her guilt was unfounded, and she tried to suppress it as she looked at him.
"Jace," She fidgeted with the spine of the book, yet the apology she fought against still came, "Sorry, I did not think anyone—"
"No need," Jace smiled tiredly, his hair unkempt as he stood in just his night shirt and slacks. It was clear he'd been trying to sleep not long ago. "Tis' late, you couldn't sleep?"
"No," She murmured, "I... no." There was no explanation she could give him, it was all too long of a story to tell and she was certain he only asked out of pleasantry. He'd always been kind to her— kind like a future king should be, all chivalry and self-assuredness. He racked a hand through his hair and closed the door behind him, placing the candle he was carrying on the table.
She watched him as he walked towards her, allowed him to take the book from her hands, and noted the small smile that curled his lips. "You where always fond of this story in our history lessons."
Surprise washed over her. They'd shared lessons with her cousins and his sister in the year before they left kings landing— but education had been separated after that, she didn't think such a minute detail would have stayed with him. "You remembered these things quicker than I, the stories where always harder for me to learn and commit to memory."
"I didn't know you struggled with such things," Ivorlyn said truthfully, because he'd never seemed to miss a question, "You always knew what you where talking about."
"Only the big parts," He grinned, "The little details that weaved the story together always skipped my mind. You could retell a whole history word for word."
"They where a comfort to me," She admitted, "I think it was something to do with knowing how it ended. There is no surprises in history."
"You are not fond of surprises?"
"Not necessarily surprises," She shook her head, "The unknown."
He nodded like he understood something, and asked gently, "The whole future is unknown, do you fear it?"
"Yes," She answered honestly, but it felt more complicated than that, "It makes me silly, I suppose, to be afraid of the inevitable."
"It makes you brave," He responded half in jest, half sincerely, "To face fear everyday."
Ivorlyn blew out a breath of a laugh, "I don't think I've ever been considered brave before."
"You have," Jacaerys smiled at her, "T'was unspoken, but I have always considered you as such."
Her eyebrows pinched— Jace had never spoken to her like this. They where always friendly but never discussed much beyond small talk. He was familiar and a stranger all at once. "Why?" She found herself asking, too curious to bypass it.
"It's no small thing, to come into a family like ours when you weren't raised into it from a babe. You never cowered, even in those early days in Kings Landing when we where all strangers to you."
Ivy had always thought of herself as timid, quite, so hearing someone speak of her like she was anything but was rather jarring. Not in a bad way, but it was always strange to know someone's perception of you was far from the one you had of yourself. "I was terrified," She admitted, "It was a lot different from where I'd come from."
Jace looked curious, "You never talk about before."
"Some things are better forgotten." And it was true, there where parts of those few years she'd spent with her mother that shouldn't be spoken of— what would they think? What would the realm think? To know that the Targaryen's not only harboured a bastard, but a one who had been tarnished? No, she thought, it will remain in history, and be forgotten to it. Though she knew— she'd always remember. Yet there was good parts, parts where her mother had been kind and loving and a lost women who was trying her best. Ivorlyn wondered what had become of her.
Jacaerys was gentle as he smiled, and it was one of sympathy and sadness, "Nothing is better forgotten, not when it paves way for who you are now."
"They are not good memories, Jace."
"Where you come from is not your flaw, Ivy. It's a display of your resilience."
"Maybe," She gave him a small smile, "But the realm won't see it that way— I'm already disgraced through my illegitimate conception, but if people where to know the circumstances behind it... I fear they won't take well to a ruler that supports such a thing, and your mothers claim to the throne is already questioned enough on a mere basis of her gender. She doesn't need her name tangled in my mess."
"There isn't anything that she wouldn't bare for you," He told her, "That we wouldn't bare for you. All of us. You don't have to be alone with your torments, it's harder to be isolated in these things."
"You are to be king one day, too." She murmured, looking away from him and to the book in her hands, "'Tis best you don't know of such things, either, it'll make it easier should you ever need to exile me if your ignorance is authentic."
"I would never." Jace was frowning as he took a determined step towards her, hand curling around her wrist, "I would never exile you, Ivorlyn. There are things I'd bare scrutiny for, and you are one of them."
Ivorlyn blinked, unable to hide her surprise. She was the bastard daughter of a man who had showed up out of the shadows and wed his mother only a breath after the death of his father. Yes, he was kind and cordial, but that had always been Jace— a boy who knew of the weight he'd one day bare, and had been preparing for it ever since his birth. He couldn't afford to be cruel, couldn't afford his reputation to be that of man who displayed his contempt so brazenly for those who he didn't hold in high favour. He had conflict with his uncles, that was known to many, but he could afford such information to be public knowledge because they where threats. She wasn't. She was a girl who he could either be civil with, or display a weakness to— show the realm that he didn't tolerate people who had differences to him. It wasn't a good message to send, especially with so many rifts between the Targaryen name and other high status families that would need fixing during his and his mother's reign.
"You doubt it?" He sounded confused, as if he couldn't comprehend where such an idea would set root in her mind, "We are family," His voice was softer than she'd ever heard it, gentle, "And you are not defined by the things that brought you into this world, Ivy. It is your character I place my judgments upon, and I happen to like it very much."
She'd never known her breath to freeze in her lungs like this before, and gods, was her eyes beginning to sting? Maybe she'd never realised how much she'd wanted to know that she finally belonged somewhere, told herself that she was okay with being the outsider as long as she had somewhere safe to be. After all, how could she ever want for anything more when what she already had is beyond what she deserves. A bastard. A child born of sin, of a whore house. Ruined long before she even knew the concept of ruin.
She swallowed, unable to meet his eyes, but he was reaching out to swipe away the single tear that had struck her cheek. Oh, she thought, I'm actually crying. She shouldn't be— it was undignified, he was the future king. But for a moment, as he watched her with empathic eyes, he just felt like a boy.
"You will always have a place here, no matter what whispers follow your name. That's a promise."
But they won't be whispers, she wanted to say, they will be screams. But he sounded so sincere, and maybe it was through the haze of her emotions that she let herself believe him. "You will be a good king, Jace," She told him, meaning it entirely, "When your time to serve the realm comes, it will be an honour to witness it."
She saw something flicker on his face— a side to him she'd never noticed before; self doubt. It hadn't occurred to her that he was anything but confident in his abilities. He'd never been arrogant, no, but the way he carried himself had always been self-assured. The momentary flash of vulnerability was surprising to her, yet it humanised him in a whole new way. It wasn't that he'd been this imperial type of being to her before— she'd known him knee deep in mud laughing with his siblings, or teasing Luke in that brotherly-well-meaning way. He was teenage boy, and he acted like it, that part wasn't foreign to her. The idea that he harboured doubts about his claims to throne, however, was. Anytime she'd known him to be challenged in such a regard he'd always met it with a firm and unwavering defence. He didn't cower to whispers, to rumours, and there was plenty of them where he and his brothers was concerned.
She admired the newfound revelation about him, truthfully. It took a different kind of courage to not allow those insecurities turn into cowardice.
He gave her an appreciative smile, "Thank you, it means a great deal to me that you believe so."
She wanted to tell him that it wasn't just a belief, that it was a simple fact that she knew. He was as stubborn as his mother though, and no brief reassurance would change his beliefs. A thought dawned on her, as to why he was awake and unable to sleep at such an hour, "Your mother has told you then? About the Vaemond?"
Jace tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck as weary sigh escaped him, "She did," he folded his arms, "It troubles Luke."
"She thought it would," A small thrown fell onto her lips, concerned for her step-brother, and there was a distantly fond look on his face at her words, "The claims will not matter though, Visery's has never tolerated the entertainment of such rumours."
An unspoken understanding passed between, one that had existed ever since they where young children. The circumstances of his birth where not openly acknowledged by anyone unless they wished to know the punishments of treason, and while they where different in that way ( the Targaryen bastard being a more common title to refer to her by than her own name ) they still felt the weight of such scrutiny equally. Because, while she'd never say it, Ivorlyn knew the truth of it all— and she also knew that he did too. Born of the same sin.
"I know," Jace smiled at her tiredly, the picture of boy who was already baring the weight of something far bigger than him, "It will be sorted swiftly, of that I am sure."
Then he tilted his head at her fondly, and she realised a yawn had risen from her and exposed just how tired she was begging to feel. "Let me walk you back to your chambers," He reached to pick up his candle from the table, "It would cause quite the surprise if one of the guards found you sleeping in the hallway."
Ivorlyn scoffed in amusement, "I'm not going to keel over on my way back, Jace."
He gave her a boyish grin, "A king must take his precautions."
"You're not king yet, Jacaerys."
His grin only widened as he guided her towards the door, "However could I let such a thing slip my mind."
When he bid her goodnight as she slipped back into her rooms, their final exchange of looks was fond. She slept with little disruption.
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SALT FARE, NORTH SEA
- when a dragon falls from the sky, decimating your ship and bringing a strange boy along for the ride, you begin to question if the some of the targaryens are really as bad as they seem. (aged up!lucerys velaryon x fem!reader, angst to fluff, ur burning hatred is quenched by time spent on the sea 🤞) MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HOUSE OF THE DRAGON! au where vhagar doesn’t kill luke, arrax just gets absolutely mauled and falls out of the sky. aged up luke because I didn’t realize he was that young when i started writing 💀. ⚠️ TW for death, suicidal thoughts, and trauma.
word count: 4,213 (jesus christ)
a/n - ohhhh my god guys i’m back!!!! this was certainly a labor of love. i don’t know if I’ll start writing consistently again, but i really hope i do. i love you guys so much and thank you for the continued support even when i’m on hiatus! also i’m sorry if luke is ooc because i choose to believe he’s quietly funny and a little bit of a menace 😭
As the waves batter the sides of your ship, you don’t feel seasick. You feel the spray, see the occasional silvery fish zip by under the water. The sun beats down on your exposed neck and the motion swirls your mind, but you are sick for an entirely different reason.
Betrothal. God, you hate how that word sits on your tongue like a hot piece of meat. You are to be sent off to the their of family, married into their lineage and forced to bear their children until your womb shrivels like a sun-dried date. Of all of your options, the Targaryens are certainly the worst.
Aemond, in particular. You’ve heard stories of his cold demeanor, how he could kill you with a look. With his hands, too. He is quite the skilled swordsman, not that you would ever wish to witness it. He is the one you are set to marry.
Oh, the misery. The horror. You can feel bile rising in your throat whenever someone mentions him or his mother, great Queen Alicent.
You figure, though, at least it isn’t his brother.
You come from a noble family. It was bound to happen anyways. Trade your Martell name for some haughty lord’s and become his sow for the rest of your life. Your short, miserable life. In some ways, you are a bit grateful. You will never want for food and you know you’ll bring great honor to your family by marrying into the Targaryens.
You just wish you could marry for another reason, not just forging alliances and heating up old, cold ones. You could have a happy life with the person of your choosing. You could sell fish on the shores of the sea and pick flowers in a field.
You play with this notion in your head before you hear a mighty crash and the sound of splintering wood.
The screams come mere seconds later. They pierce the air as snapping bones and rending flesh ring out. You stumble back, nearly falling off the edge of the ship. Large chunks of meat have started raining from the sky, crushing everything in their path.
You feel your heart beat so fast it nearly leaps out of your chest as you scramble for friction. Fuck, what the hell?
With the meat there comes blood, great amounts of it. It trips the sailors up, sending them careening over the wooden edges and into the sea.
You narrowly miss the giant dragon wing that splits the boat in two. The entire thing has started sinking, and your blood runs cold.
The ship is tilted from the massive gash in the center. Water is mixing with blood, and your dress is soaked to the bone. You can’t help but think that the finest silks Dorne can offer will drag you to the bottom of the depths.
As you clamber to the top of the ship’s bow as another fast-moving figure falls into the water. You don’t notice it in the moment.
A shove comes from behind, pushing you to the side. Your back aches where you were struck.
“M’lady, m'lady! The lifeboat, you must take the boat. Go, go! Right now, m'lady.”
It’s Finhard, the deck swabber. He has two missing fingers, a lame knee, and a million stories. He swabbed the deck of The Sandstorm from port to port, collecting any and all information he could along the way. You loved talking to him so much it made the trip almost worth it. He always helped you sneak food to the cat stowing away on board. The cat you’re sure is now dead.
“What about you?” You question, voice loud but shaky. You can’t just leave him here.
“I’m a dead man, m’lady. I don’t matter.”
“But you do!” You insist, tugging on his arm. The screams are still ringing like alarms, and your limbs feel locked and like jelly at the same time.
“No, no. I might sink it. Girl’s damaged already. Please go, girlie. Jus’ remember me when you eat your next fish, alright?”
A pit pools in your stomach as you whip around to look at the small lifeboat. He’s right. The boat wouldn’t be able to hold you and a grown man, at least not one of Finhard’s size.
“Get on. I’ll push ya off, and you better have a damn good time with that prince of yours.”
You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you watch your trusted confidant steel his gaze.
“I’m sorry, Finhard. I’m so so sorry,” You sob, clutching his rough palms. “I promise I’ll think of you always.”
“Thas’ all I ask for.” His voice is rough and uncut, hardened yet soft, like a feather made of chainmail. He picks you up like a sack of potatoes and places you in the rickety boat with the gentleness of a father setting down his newborn. He gives you one final kiss on the forehead before untying the boat and shoving it into the roiling water.
Small hairs cling to your forehead as the ship lights up in a blaze sure to be seen from the shore. Your face is so wet with tears you feel as though the ocean is the product of them.
You sob into your hands as the people who took care of you on your journey sink, their bawls leaving a scar in your memory.
It’s not even ten minutes after the foremast begins to sink that you see a dark shape bobbing along in the water next to you. You stifle a gasp, thinking it must surely be a shark or a dead man. The water around it was red and heavy.
When it floats closer to you, you see for the first time that it’s a boy. A boy who must be around your age, maybe sixteen or seventeen. His wrist gives a little twitch, and you resolve that you must rescue him.
He wasn’t on your ship unless he was stowing away in the barrels, as teenagers often do. No matter his situation, you grab his soaked shirt and give a hard tug.
The effort almost tips your boat, nearly sending you spiraling into the water. You give a little huff. The waterlogged boy is definitely heavier than you expected.
You try again, managing to get his arm hooked around the side of the boat. From there, it’s just a game of strength- you pull him up, using his clothing as a sort of lever to shimmy him out of the water. You roll him over, the water streaming off of him re-splattering your already wet clothes with water and fresh blood. The boat dips a little with his weight, but it does not sink. You praise the Seven under your breath. He has a cut on the side of his head, one that requires medical care far past the simple fixes you’ve learned.
You try to dress it anyways. Ripping a long strip of cloth from the bottom of your underskirt, you wrap it up and pray he doesn’t lose much more blood.
You can still hear the creaking of The Sandstorm, though any humans were sucked under long ago. It makes a melancholy sound, blending with the waves and the seabirds and the rain that has started pattering down. A lump forms in your throat as you gaze at the wreckage. Hot water slides down your face as you sit in your little lifeboat, waiting for death that will most certainly come for your throat.
It’s about two hours of lonely drifting before the boy wakes up. He opens his eyes slowly, then they widen as he gives a gurgling shout.
“Augh!” You stifle a giggle, though your voice is still wobbly from sobs.
He notices you and sits up, bewildered. As he takes in his surroundings, you sit and watch.
“Who are you? Where am I? Where is Arrax?”
“I am nobody now, and we are in the middle of the ocean,” You gesture to the water surrounding every inch of your sight. “And I don’t know who Arrax is.” He sure has a lot of questions, though you can’t fault him for it.
“Arrax, my dragon. I… I think he’s…” He doesn’t finish his sentence.
You stare at him in shock.
“Your dragon? The dragon that fell out of the sky in twenty pieces?” You question, voice heated. “The one that just killed a crew of fifty-two men?”
He’s silent for a moment. “So he’s dead?”
“Of course he’s dead, you imbecile! Did you not hear what I just said? He killed them. All of them. I’m the only survivor.”
“I’m sorry.” He mutters. He brings his knees to his chest and hugs them. “It was never my fault. It was him that killed Arrax, so it is him that killed your crew.”
“Who is him?”
“That bastard of a prince, Aemond. He and his dragon, Vhagar, chased us across the skies and attacked us in the air.”
Your hands tighten into fists as your throat constricts like you swallowed a spiny rock. You regret ever saving the boy, and you regret not slitting your throat when you heard of your betrothal to the murderer. Everything you’ve heard about Aemond is true. Your rage boils into hatred, and you swear that if you ever see him you will die and take him with you.
“So that must mean you’re a Targaryen too?” You say, trying to keep your voice level. It’s a skill you had to learn as a noble lady, but the hate building in your chest is almost too violent to quiet.
“Lucerys Velaryon, my lady.” He eyes you, taking note of your expensive yet ruined dress. He must know you’re not a commoner either.
You know the Targaryens are the only ones with proper access to a dragon, but you should have known that only someone descended from one could cause such absolute and utter destruction. It’s not Lucerys’s fault, you tell yourself. Don’t put the blame on him. Put on a smile and become your best even-tempered and kind self. But gods, the way you want to wring his neck for an event he seemingly had no control over.
“Why did he do it?” You ask. The tears from earlier start creating a pressure behind your eyes again.
“Because I took his eye.” Lucerys’s voice is weak, but it has the strum of nobility that you know like a well-oiled harp. “He wanted revenge, an eye for an eye. So I ran. He found me in the sky and bit my dragon in half. I never meant to kill anybody.” So they’re all the same, the princes. Hardened and cruel and psychopaths. “Did you save me?”
“I suppose I did.” You want so badly to say ‘but I shouldn’t have’, but you hold your tongue.
“That is a debt I can never repay. Thank you. I’m truly sorry.” You shake your head. It’s not his fault, you repeat. You still cannot find it in yourself to forgive him. “What’s your name?”
You think for a brief moment. It wouldn’t hurt, you think, to tell him your name. That way when you both die, at least the man you’re stuck with will know the name of the woman that hated his family the most out of anyone in the world.
You speak your name, including your Martell family name, and he looks at you, eyes widened so much you think they will pop out of his skull.
“Aemond’s betrothed?” You are marrying into the greens, and Lucerys feels as though he should hate you for it. Unluckily for his honor, he cannot despise the girl who pulled him from the sea.
“Yes, what sorry luck.” You spit. “I would rather drown than go through with it.” You think of the promise you made to Finhard. “No, I would put poison in his chalice and watch him drink it.”
He laughs a bit, his voice ringing out against the repetitive sound of waves. “And I will buy the poison.” You allow yourself to smile. You hate it, but you smile.
You’ve always been the weirder daughter, yet the one that tries to talk with the lords and ladies and puts on a shining performance. That’s where the smile comes from, from all the times you’ve had to put your pearly whites on display. The morals have gone to shit, but the reflex is still burned into your person.
“You needn’t call me ‘my lord’. We’re even here, out on the sea.” He says. You can feel that’s not the only reason. A spark of guilt shimmers in the corners of his eyes. “Just call me Luke.”
“And you may call me by my name, Luke.” He’s right. There are no titles, only salt water and spray.
You watch the moon in the sky as it shines its beams down on your face. It sees everything. Every deal in secret, every promise you’ve ever made. It’s a gentle reminder that every person sees the same thing every night. You and Luke sit in silence, staring up at it. You wonder if your mother sees it too, from her ship. Can Finhard and the other sailors see it, from their watery graves? Can they forgive you for not saving them? For saving the life of a boy, whose mass is just under the weight limit of the boat? You glance over at him.
He’s staring at you, at how the soft rays of the moon highlight the curves and edges of your face. He feels a pit in his stomach, one that is not from hunger. It’s a gnawing feeling, guilt. He hates that he had to trade his life for fifty sailors. He thinks he would rather be at the bottom of the sea than see more tear tracks on your face. Another feeling eats at him, though he’s not sure what it is. It makes his insides churn and scrambles his mind.
He averts his eyes and looks at the stars once more.
You spend another two days floating in the water. You’re both sunburned and salt dried, and his skin is red and peeling. The conversation between the both of you had been dry up until today.
“May I have the flask?” He asks. You hand it over. For two whole days, all you have had to eat and drink is two flasks of water, a packet of dried fish, and some bread that has gone mushy from the water slowly seeping into your boat. You have to bail it out every hour or so.
“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” Luke questions, his voice rough. “Is anyone coming for us?”
You sigh. “I don’t know. I would like to think there are boats out searching, but truly, they must expect us to be dead. Besides that, we have drifted so far away from the shipwreck that we might not be found even if they were searching.” He shakes his head, hair stiff from the salty spray.
“I would like to keep hope alive.”
“You are the only one.” You hear a small laugh from next to you.
“You know, I could not ask for a better person to be stranded with.” He screws the cap back onto his flask carefully.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you certainly know how to ration supplies. And your optimism is inspiring.” A giggle bubbles up from beneath your buried feelings.
“Is that sarcasm, my dear lord?”
He smiles. You can’t help but notice that his smile is contagious, the kind that reaches his eyes. The kind you found yourself dreaming about, and the kind you are certain your betrothed never wears.
“Only if you make it out to be.” He pauses. “So, what was your life like in Dorne?”
Your eyes narrow. Small talk? It brings you back to your past. Talking to potential suitors and bearing their questions as they try to judge if you’re worth their money. It’s almost nice, the reminder. Before the wreck, you had been happy. Cheerful, even. You were nothing like you are now, hardened and weak and so close to putting sand in your pockets and drowning you can taste the seawater.
“Why do you ask?”
“I figured it would be nice to know you. To really know you.” His words bring an odd sense of comfort to you.
“It was much nicer than this. I had friends and family, that was the best part. I never wanted for much of anything. I suppose I felt out of place sometimes, and I felt lonely like nothing else, but it helped to know that I could always have a home with the people I loved.” He nods, and the waves push against the boat. The sun is setting, condemning you to another sleepless night. “What about you?”
“I love my home, my people, and my family. I never felt up to the task of being lord of Driftmark, though,” He confesses, “and sometimes I still feel like a fraud. Gods, I don’t know why I told you that.” He knows. There’s something about your eyes, something that makes him want to spill every secret he has ever had. He wants to tell you about the time he stole Aemond’s knife, causing Aemond to pick a fight with Aegon. Or when he heard an argument between his mother and stepfather, or when his older brother snuck a frog into the pocket of a handmaiden. Your eyes burn with stifled anger and buried hopes and love.
You look at him with an odd expression. “It’s alright. Might as well get everything out while you can.” You know the feeling of not being enough well. “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully when we get out of here.” You find yourself comforting him for god knows what reason. You should be angry, full of hatred and buzzing bees, but you can only feel sympathy for the boy across from you.
“When we get out of here? Where was that optimism earlier?” He teases, making you smile.
“It was killed and brought back to life. I have decided that I’m not going to die.” His laugh rings out, showering you in a feeling that makes you shiver.
“That’s a good thing to decide. I swear it too, we are not going to die. Aemond will never kill our spirit nor our bodies.” He takes your hands, palms rough and calloused. It makes your heart pound in a way you never expected. “We will be alright.”
You nod, hope blooming in your heart. Suddenly, the world seems just a little bit brighter. That’s when you see it; the seagull flying overhead.
You gasp, pointing up to the sky. It lets out a sharp cry as it circles around, and soon Luke is looking at it too. You’re so relieved that tears well up in your eyes.
Land must be near. It has to be.
“Praise the gods.” He grins, dropping your hands to shield his eyes from the sun. “We will surely reach the shores soon.”
“I can only hope.” You whisper.
You spend another day on the water, your hopeful eyes searching for mountains or fields. All you can see is blue water, blue skies, and Lucerys Velaryon. You found that you’ve grown to like him, as fucked as your past self might have considered it. He actually treats you like a person.
He squints into the distance. “I still don’t see anything. Maybe… maybe the bird was a fluke. A gull straying too far from the shore.”
You hit his shoulder lightly. “Don’t think like that.”
“It seems we’ve switched roles,” He smiles, “you’re the positive one now.”
“We certainly have rubbed off on each other.” The corners of your mouth lift into a little grin. Truth be told, your own hope is starting to fade, but you will never let him know.
You’ve begun to notice things about the sea that you have never seen before. Schools of small fish darting below the surface, the pattern of the waves, even how chilly the water is. As the sun shines down, the water is peaceful. Maybe it’s a side effect of the trauma, or maybe it’s just you growing more comfortable with the idea of salt water. In any case, you suppose you need to look at its beauty to fan the dying flame of light burning inside you. It’s far easier to love than to keep hating.
“The day is quite beautiful, isn’t it?” You whisper.
“I suppose it is.” He says, but he’s not looking at the sky.
You are infatuating. The way the sun glints off your eyes enraptures him and keeps him in a state of lovely drunkenness. “Do you wish to marry my uncle?” There’s a hint of something more behind his voice. It’s almost desperate, and the thought makes you shiver.
You hesitate. “Not particularly. It would bring honor to my family, that I am sure of. So I will do it, but I will likely not enjoy it.”
“I understand that. I myself am betrothed to someone I can’t see myself loving.”
“The lady Rhaena Targaryen?” You know of her. The idea of him marrying the girl painted by the gods twists your heart in a way you can’t even comprehend.
He sighs. “Yes. It is my duty, but I cannot see her as anything but a sister. That’s all she’s been to me my entire life.”
“Duty is a wicked thing,” You muse, “pulling us away from opportunities to enrich our own lives.”
He nods. “If you could choose, is there anyone you would want to be married to?”
You think for a bit but eventually shake your head. “Do you have a special someone?”
“I am beginning to discover one.” He says. What does he mean by that?
When you look at him, staring far into the distance, you start to realize.
When the days grow dim, you huddle into each other for warmth. That’s why you fall asleep tonight, softened by his touch. Finally, you sleep for more than half an hour at a time. Luke’s arms are wrapped around you, as the lifeboat leaves little room for comfort, and the rock of the ship lulls you into a dream.
You wake to a jolt. You have no idea how long you’ve been asleep, but the moon is out and there is sand underneath your hull. Sand. Ground. You scramble to sit up, pulling Luke along with you. “Sand! Luke, it’s sand. We’ve made it! Gods be good, we have made it to land.” You grab at the wet grains, letting them clump and filter through your fingers. He lets out a loud cheer and pulls you in.
Out of nowhere, as you still have earth in your hands, he kisses you. His lips are rough and dry, but so are yours. He tastes like salt water and love.
When he finally pulls away, he is grinning like a lunatic. “We’ve made it, my lady. We survived.”
“What happened to our no titles agreement?” You tease, still flustered. Your cheeks are as hot as the surface of the sun.
“We’re on land now. The rules of society apply again, I’m afraid.” His whisper ghosts against your ear like he’s almost afraid to lose the closeness he gathered over the course of the last few days.
“Of course,” You say, pressing your lips to his cheek, “I would expect nothing different from such a high-ranking and strong man such as yourself.”
He places a hand where you kissed him. Your skin may be chapped, but that damned kiss was sweeter and softer than spun sugar.
“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding, my lady.” A glint of humor dances in his eye.
He steps out of the boat and offers a hand to you. The ground wobbles under your feet and you almost fall, but he is there to steady you. “Wait, I know this beach!” He realizes as he gazes upon the scenery. “It’s the beach off Dragonstone. I’m… I’m home.”
“Really?” You feel hope bubbling through your body. “You know where we are?”
“I do. Dragonstone is there, above those cliffs. Come on, let’s go!” He tugs your arm just a bit too hard, sending you sprawling into the sand. You grab onto his sleeve and pull him down too, leaving you both in a fit of giggles.
You’re both weak and tired and sore, but your flames grow brighter every second you’re on solid land. “Race me!” He yells, taking off from the ground on shaky feet. You dart after him, all your earlier burdens seemingly gone.
You probably won’t catch him, but it’s okay. Right now, your future is ahead of you, your rage is behind, the land pounds beneath your feet, and the boy with brown hair is calling for you to join him.
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Aemond please get some help!
This is not healthy
@artbyneki and I draw this together… ✨ our vision of Aemond’ Bedroom. More like a sanctuary dedicated to his Lord Strong.
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Modern!Lucerys? I live for these 😭
Sure here u go! But imma age him up a bit bc- yeah.
the modern!Jacaerys one
Alright, modern!Lucerys is a literal sunshine. This boy has big af golden retriever energy. I feel like he’d be such a dorky and goofy person, he’d definitely like that in a girl too. He’d fall for someone who’s fun to be with and has the same humour as him. Physical appearance doesn’t matter that much to him. I can also see Jace picking him up from school everyday omg my heart and if his brother knows about him having a crush on you, Jace would invite you to hang out with them every now and then. Lucerys absolutely pretends not to be shy but actually is a nervous wreck lol. Also, modern!Lucerys is pretty average in school, Jace sometimes helps him or if you’re super good at a subject you could help him out a bit too. He’s maybe playing ice hockey or soccer after school and I feel like he’s kinda attempting and aiming to be like his big brother but way more fun and childish at the same time. I can see him pressing his face against the window while waiting for you to join him in the car, throw snowballs at you at any chance given and tons of play fights and wrestling happening. Additionally he’d be excellent at cheering you up- anytime any day. When he’s not the silly dork he’s the big teddy bear: absolutely loves to cuddle, hold your hand, snuggle close to you and kiss your cheek. He’s so precious oof.
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RIBS : Aemond x Reader x Lucerys Ch. 1 - Newcomer
A/N: This story is in the same universe as ABOUT YOU! Jacerys X Reader written by @tmbm123 PLEASE read their story, it's magnificent and I'm obsessed. Thank you for granting me the opportunity to write this story in the same timeline as your story.
I haven't read all the books in forever, so please keep in mind it will not stick to the books. I do not feel like re-reading the entire series. Also, considering Lucerys dies I will have to improv the plot. Thank you!
TW: THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE INCEST, SEXUAL CONTENT, ANGST, ABUSIVE TOPICS, EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, POST PARTUM.
NOTES ARE APPRECIATED! (SHARES, LIKES, COMMENTS)
Word Count: 1857
Type: Semi-Slowburn (romantics will start early but things will happen to tear them apart)
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 18, Lucerys is aged up to around 18-19 as are the other boys.
MASTERLIST ( < this has more parts that can be found here!)
Chapter One
Newcomer
It wasn't uncommon to have political inquiries here in Storm's End, though due to the lack of anchoring ground on our farthest walls, no one showed up. Usually it was by letter, a messenger, so it was a shock to see a visitor in person. A shorter man, fluffy black hair that curved around his rounded face, doe-like eyes with a sincerity in his soul. Though, another had come before him for alliance.
Aemond Targaryen, the younger brother of Lord Aegon, a tall man with a stern and face colder than Winterfell itself. His one-eyed gaze gives him a mysterious aura, making you almost recoil at the mere thought of contact.
My father was Lord Borros Baratheon, his tongue as sharp as his sword. He made a good ruler, not as much a well-rounded father. My stomach churned as I peered around the corner, pressing my figure against the cold stone of the kingdom's walls. Biting my tongue and shooting my three sisters a glare as they shuffle anxiously. The idea of any offerings unsettled us; these men may bring our father land, and we were knowing of the fact we would be the trading prize.
The echo of the dim haired man's shoes filled the room, immediate tension growing in the air as the more unapproachable dragon rider gazed at his dear nephew. I felt sick, something wasn't right. Slowly, I leaned in, and peered into the throne room, growing curiosity tingling in my chest.
"Lucerys Velaryon," Borros said in a dissatisfied tongue, his fake smile only adding to the crushing tension in the room. "To what do I owe this visit. I was just discussing you with Prince Aemond."
I watched the boy shrink slightly, clumsily, taking out a scrolled piece of paper. He went to open it, but father stopped him with a clear of his throat. Lucerys' eyes widened, swallowing hard and speaking up.
"My mother has sent me in regards to Storm's End's loyalty towards the Iron Throne, your pledged allegiance to her," He said, eyes trailing to Aemond. Lucerys puffed his chest slightly, trying to seem bigger than his fellow blood, who merely glared daggers at the smaller. He was here to pledge alligence to Aegon; now someone else was here to pledge my home to their side of this war.
Father sent a nearby messenger to retrieve the letter. I watched as they grabbed it, making their way back and whispering the contents of the page. Borros laughed softly, raising a brow at Lucerys.
"Aemond has blessed his hand for alliance with my kingdom. What do you bring, Lucerys Velaryon?" He growled, Borros' tongue like poison as he spoke the boy's name. I quickly looked to the man in question, who shuffled and glanced around. He swallowed hard, biting his lip and inhaling shakily. I felt bad for him; father was quite the pressuring soul.
"I too offer my hand. As the second rightful heir to the Iron Throne, after my brother Jacerys Velaryon, I will ensure your daughter is kept in good hands and bears strong children whomst will inherit the throne as dragon riders and storm chasers," he says with faltering confidence. My eyes widen, a panicked chattering from my sisters behind me. Swiftly, I shush them. When I thought he was done, he continued. "My father in marriage, Daemon Targaryen, is one of the best dragon riders to walk these grounds. I will make it be fully ensured your army will learn to become dragon riders in the moons to come, and we will secure our victory before the war had begun."
I watched my father's face grow from amusement to consideration. A loud thundering boom echoed through the castle from the outside, informing us that the gods had sent more negative weather upon us. Aemond seemed to grow anxious, gripping at his tunic with a heavy huff of breath.
"I will consider both offers," he spoke carefully, making sure to articulate every word. "We will host a feast for the arrival of the princes as the storm clears. Your dragon's needs will be tended to for the times being. Any protests, speak now. You are free to flee Storm's End at any moment, but you cannot come back with your tail between your legs." He spits out the last sentence with disgust, signaling for the two to be taken from his sight.
My sisters scramble as the women lead the related to their appointed rooms; Aemond growing angrier with the woman by the second, his angered yells echoing through the corridors.
I catch the gaze of the anxious boy, a small twinkle growing in his gaze when he spots me. I smile gingerly at him, to which he returns gratefully. That must be the kindest action he'd been gifted since he arrived. I wanted to guarantee he was comfortable.
After hours of not hearing a word from any side of the kingdom, I decided to take it upon myself to check on our visitors. I was surprised to see my dear sister Ellyn slipping from her chambers as well, blinking in surprise at the sight of me.
"(Y/N)! Dear sweet child, what are you up to?" Ellyn blurts out hastily. I rose a brow, frowning slightly.
"I'm off to check on our guests, make sure their quarters are full of nothing but comfort. What of you?" I question, crossing my arms. She sighs heavily, moving a strand of her black hair from her face.
"I'm set to wed Prince Aemond," she spoke weakly, making my heart ache for her. "I craved to know more of him if the marriage was to be set in stone. I hope you may not think less of me, dear sister." She smiles, I give her a smile in return, moving in to hug her. We embraced, the warmth contrasting the coldness inside the castle from the heavy rainfall outside. "Prince Lucerys' chambers are this way. Please, follow." She holds my hand, leading me to an elegantly carved door; the story of Storm's End rested on the wood. I smiled weakly, the engravings reminding me of my morals and purpose.
I knocked gently onto the wood, careful not to chip. Behind the door is scrambling, dropping of items and ruffling of cloth. The door swings open faster than I can react, hitting me in the face and making me stumble back. My vision blurred and I looked at the man who hit me, focusing slowly on him as he grew frantic.
"Princess (Y/N)!" He spoke frantically, looking around to see if anyone saw our mishap. "I apologize sincerely your grace, I wasn't aware how fast the door would open." He rushes to me, my face sore but no chronic damage. He looked like a scared puppy, cowering slightly. "What can I do to make this up to you?"
I think for a moment, unable to think of anything clever. Slowly, I begin to laugh. Lucerys grows tense, looking at me with confusion, but then softening up when he realizes I'm not as angry as he thought.
"Its quite alright, Prince Lucerys," I chuckle out, making him sigh in relief. "Just be more careful next time, alright?" I step into his chambers, his eyes following me as he nods slowly. "You may close the door, Prince."
He steps into his room as well, closing the door behind him and standing a good distance from me.
"I don't bite, no need to seem so petrified," I tease, Lucerys' muscles slowly losing the tenseness inside them. I look around the room, spotting a book that is in a tongue I don't understand. He must've brought it with him; it couldn't have been from our collection; we don't own anything of the sorts. My fingertips trace the cover and yellowed pages; it must be old. "How are you settling here in Storm's End?" He seemed to be trying to think of the most proper thing to say without offending me. I smiled, turning to him and patting the comforter beneath me. "My father can be quite the hard ass, I saw how tense you were." I try to ease him into being himself, watching him sit next to me and scanning my features to check if this was some sort of trap. When realizing it isn't, he leans back and groans quietly.
"Is he always that scary?" He whimpers, making me laugh softly. I notice when my laugh hits his ears, he perks up with pride. It's quite adorable. I nod and watch him grumble and fall back into the sheets. I followed, laying next to him and flipping to my side, eyeing him sincerely. He would make a good friend. His presence was intoxicating. "I thought you were him, I was in such a rush to please I hadn't even thought for a second that it could be someone else."
My eyes grow wide, a giggle coming from me. "Prince Lucerys, you do realize this means you'd have hit my father rather than me?" I acknowledge, making his breath hitch as he realizes what could've happened. He laughs, a sweet and intoxicating laugh. I can't help but smile.
"Could you imagine? He'd have my head!" Lucerys says in a semi-panicked tone, making the realization settle in for me as well. I sigh in relief; it was only me. I could only imagine my father being the one struck by his inconsideration. "Well, I'm settling in quite nicely now. I thought you came to tell me he was sending me home. Hitting you with a door would've ensured my leave if that was the case." He drags his hands down his face, making me sit up and eye him curiously.
"You really need this, do you?" I ask, watching him search for the answer.
"I feel it's not my place to speak of this," he says, a sadness filling me. I understood he didn't trust me, since we had just met, but I was a curious person. I wanted an answer that was better than that. Slowly, I rose from the bed.
"Well, I hope you can grow to tell me eventually," I smooth my dress as I speak, smiling a fake smile I've learned to perfect over the years. "My father is holding a feast for you and your blood when morrow arrives, I hope to see you there. As much as I hate to say, I must be taking my leave before father thinks I've been abducted."
I watch as he sits up, nodding, and getting up to open the door for me. "It was nice meeting you, Princess," he speaks, watching as I step into the doorway before turning to him.
"It was nice meeting you as well, Prince Lucerys," I say softly, giving my best curtsy. He thinks for a moment before grabbing my wrist as I begin to step out.
"Lucerys. I don't crave such titles with you," he swiftly said, my gaze softening.
"Lucerys," I repeat to correct myself, his gaze softening.
"See you when morrow comes, Princess (Y/N). I'll be looking forward to it."
And with that, I left.
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Anomaly | Lucerys Velaryon Imagine
Summary: Years have passed since you created the nexus event, only this time, you and your family must visit King’s Landing, but Lucerys hasn’t forgotten of you.
Pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x Morpheus!Daughter reader
Part I
Author’s note: I promise after this we go back to on-scheduled Morpheus fics BUT I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS PART EVEN THOUGH THE FIRST ONE DID LIKE ABSOLUTE SHEE- okay thx ✨
It had been six years since you saved Lucerys from an imminent death, creating a Nexus event, resulting in your whole family, keeping tabs on the boy as his destiny became uncertain due to your accidental intervention.
The rest of the events went accordingly, but with the death of each loved one of Luke’s life you saw the poor prince being tormented by his immense losses.
He even had to watch, alongside his younger brother Aegon how their mother was viciously eaten by a dragon.
As well as practically being kept locked away as war kept going beyond the walls. When Aegon II died due to poison, and since he had no male heirs to inherit his throne, Lucerys was taken as next in line.
He had taken his place as the next king at the young age of fifteen, and regardless of other’s second-guessing. The king did an outstanding job, taking into consideration the post-war context of his reign.
Shockingly enough, Lucerys did not take Rhaena as his wife, but being a man, his decision to wait to marry wasn’t put onto the question.
Although, your father Morpheus knew better than anyone at the King’s court why he chose not to marry.
It was because his mind was fixated upon you, Y/N the girl who, so mysteriously saved his life. Truth be told, he had spent years searching for you on the low, but of course he had no luck finding you.
You didn’t admit to it even as the years passed but you would think of him too. A lot.
The Endless were going down to the Waking World, they would check upon the young king every once in a while, making sure everything was in perfect balance.
This time, as your father was to departure he stopped by at the gardens, where you spent an awful lot of time now.
Your dear father Dream sat beside you upon the grass, inspecting the view of The Dreaming.
“You may come if you please” your father spoke calmly, while you looked at him with your eyes wide open.
“But Destiny-“ you said nervously and Morpheus’ eyes softened.
“Leave your uncle to me, only be mindful of your distance with the boy” he advised you, while you nodded fervently and excited hugging your father tightly.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” You repeated as you hurried towards the veil at full speed now.
The Waking World felt so different now, more sober. Which was understandable given that this people had survived a war.
You were dressed up as nobles and tonight the kingdom was hosting a ball to reunite the noble houses. Thankfully your aunt had an eye to eye relationship with Mr. Cregan Stark so it was easy to blend in.
Every member of your family went in diverse directions including your father, not before he grabbed your arm softly.
“Please remember” he warned
“Father, I know. Maintain distance” you said annoyed
“Distance is no longer an option as he stands mere feet away from you. Only careful” your heart skipped a beat as he spoke such words, you turned but he was long gone and your eyes finally fell on Lucerys “The Dignified” Targaryen.
If you hadn’t spent all these years watching him from a far, you swore you wouldn’t have recognized him, he had grown taller and more muscular, his eyes seemed darker now.
Perhaps from all the horrors he had witnessed; but nevertheless, it was him. With that perfect golden crown contrasting his raven locks.
But the world stopped when he looked at you. The young king was looking at you, much worse, there was a sense of recognition in his eyes.
Panic flowed through your body as you tried to get lost in this sea of people and you almost managed to get through the door, but a hand caught your wrist.
Your breath hitched, you shut your eyes, maybe thinking if you did it would all go away but it didn’t.
Because truly you had no other choice but to face him.
When you did, Luke was still holding your wrist but it was almost as if he was trying to engrave your features in the back of his mind.
“Is it you? Y/N?” He asked trying to contain his excitement, his need, his hope and your eyes glistened.
“I didn’t think you would remember me…” you whispered softly but he heard you still, so he smiled softly.
“How could I not remember the girl who’s the sole reason of me standing here?” He spoke with such longing now making your knees tremble, he pulled you closer, placing a hand on your upper back, like a fine gentleman.
“Luke…” he smirked at the way his name rolled out of your tongue.
“I see you haven’t forgotten of me either” now he draw closer to your ear till you could feel his hot breath on your ear. “It’s been long since I’ve heard anyone call me that”
You would’ve already fell to the floor if it was for Luke’s strong arm holding you up.
“Please, come with me” he pleaded and you looked down, you were weak under his gaze and you knew it. “Please” he begged once more.
At last, you gave in and Lucerys guided you upon the palace gardens, you were quiet for awfully long, but you could feel the king’s gaze upon you.
“Y/N…” he chanted your name
“Don’t, Luke” you responded rapidly, Luke grabbed your waist and swiftly spoon you around, his hands were holding you firmly, so you could not escape as easy.
“Listen to me, only hear me if your heart calls for me, the way mine roars upon yours” he begged and you could only breathe heavily
“Your memory was the only thing that kept me sane, I even dared to hate you, wonder why you saved me, wonder if you were just a fabrication of my tortured mind to endure the pain” your eyes watered at his words, you wished you could be with him in all those moments he needed someone, anyone.
“Luke, meeting you was the most wonderful thing to me, but even this moment, is stolen, not supposed to exist” you were holding back the tears as you closed your eyes.
“Y/N, Y/N!” He said cupping your face in his hands, and you had no other option but to look at him.
“I do not care if the soil beneath our feet turns to ash. If the world implodes in on itself, I would give away my realm, my crown, if that’s what it took to have you by my side”
“Luke, listen to yourself you sound mad!”
“Do you love me?”
“LUKE!”
“DO. YOU. LOVE. ME?”
“YES!” You exploded “LUDICROUSLY. IRRATIONALLY. I AM… hopeless beyond repair…” you trailed off, surrendering to the want for him, because you couldn’t hold yourself any longer.
You were breathing on each other’s mouths heavily, his eyes diverted to your lips, you were mere millimeters apart and it was driving you both onto utter madness.
“Then I beg you… choose me. Set me free of the torment of this suffocating distance that burns my very soul”
Maybe he was right, maybe the world would implode in on itself, maybe Hell would freeze, maybe the Earth’s crust would separate in two.
But you were tired of running from your desires, you just wanted to fall deeper in love to this king, to the sweet boy you met all those years ago.
Maybe it was a mistake.
But mistakes could not have felt this good. Could they?
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I couldn’t care what invention you made me ‘cause I… I was meant to be yours 🍃
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Enjoying a shower together ✨
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Lucerys Velaryon X Reader
Angst/fluff/mentions of death
(I apologize in advance if any of the names or words are spelled wrong. Around 6000words! This is a one shot, reader is female and a servant of Rhaenyra.)
“Will we be in love forever?”
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"My Prince? Hello?" You opened the door of His bed Chambers. Looking around the room and seeing no one. So you simply continued on with what you were there for. You began to pick up and clean, orders from your higher up. You were halfway done with everything and were just finishing up with dusting the emptied lanterns and books in the room when the door flung open.
Prince Lucery's closed it behind him harshly before turning his back to the door. A small gasp leaving his lips when he saw you. "My apologies my lady, I didn't expect to see someone in here, you startled me is all" his face was red and a little wet, probably sweat from training with his brother as you've seen him do before.
You paused your motions for a moment and looked him up and down, a small giggle leaving your mouth. "It's all alright my Prince, I'm almost done In here but if you'd wish for me to take my leave and continue when you are gone in your study's I will do such," you gave him a slight bow as you awaited his next words.
He simply stared at you for a good few seconds before finally finding his words, "no-no it's alright. You can continue as you were, I'll stay out of your way" he smiled at you, it seemed almost forced, like he was attempting to just be polite and courteous.
But regardless, you continued as you were, dusting off the lantern you were working on and then another. You were a little later than usual in your duties today, so by now the sun was already beginning to set. Lucery's sat on his bed, book in hand as he stared at it. He looked almost frustrated as he flipped through the pages. "My Prince, is everything alright?" You spoke.
"What? Oh, no I'm fine, thank you, my Lady" you only gave him a half smile and continued. By now you were almost completely done, the room was extremely dim as no one had yet lit any candles in here. You wiped down your dress for dust Before hesitantly turning towards the young prince, attempting to make any continuing conversation in hopes of just simple human interaction with someone. "Would you like for me to light some candles for your reading, My Prince ?" You stood at the end of his bed waiting for his response.
His eyes immediately flickered to you, book still in hand as he offered a genuine smile this time. "That would be greatly appreciated, My Lady" you nodded at him and smiled back, his face still flushed from earlier. You lit a few candles in the corners of the room and finally brought one closer to him, he looked up from his book once more and watched you walk closer to where he was sitting on his bed.
Your eyes darted from him to the candle in hand as you stood beside where he sat. You awkwardly gave him a smile and a muffled laugh, placing the candle on his bedside table and lighting it. You turned to him again and bowed your head. "There, I hope that will assist in your reading for tonight, if there's anything else you need please, don't be afraid to ask" you whispered the last bit before looking back up.
Locking eyes immediately with his. He just stared at you, lips slightly parted. His eye brows furrowed before he looked back at his pages. "Actually, if you would, it's far too late for any of the maesters or even my mother and father to want to assist me in My Valyrian at this hour... if you could just, test me?" He asked you in slow words, looking back and fourth between you and the book.
Your eyes widened for a mere second before a blush covered your cheeks. "My Prince, I apologize but I don't know Valyrian well what so ever-" "oh no no it's okay I'm aware, there's translations beside the words in this book, it's merely educational, meant for teaching. You can just tell me a word and I'll try to say which it is- but if that's too much then I'd understand" he was stumbling over his words, his face even redder now, he was obviously anxious about the interaction.
You realized what he meant very quickly and nodded at him. "Oh yes, I can do that-" Lucery's made a tight lined smile and handed you the book shakily, it was already turned to a certain page of words, most of which you had absolutely no clue the meaning, but that was to be expected, Valyrian was not your mother tongue.
You stood awkwardly with the book in hand, eyes dancing across the pages. Your trance with the writing was broken when Lucery's awkwardly coughed. You looked at him immediately and apologized. He only laughed a bit and patted a spot on the bed in front of him. "Oh no my Prince, I can help you of course but if someone were to walk in and see us on a bed together at this hour...I'm afraid we'd both be in trouble..." you gave him a frown.
But the Prince ignored that, "My Lady, this is my room, no one will be walking in without permission being granted first, I assure you it will be fine" he gave you a reassuring glance and patted the spot on the bed once more. Hesitantly you sat down and stared at the pages. "Are you ready my Prince?" "You can call me Luke if you'd like? It would seem easier for this" he laughed a bit breathlessly and turned his gaze away.
You nodded at him and hid a smile forming on your mouth. "Okay, these are Nouns, is that okay?" "It is"
"I'll start off easier if that helps, Lucery's" "Luke, please"
"Ah- Luke, first word is anger" Luke looked around the room in thought for a moment before his eyes lit up. "Vēdros" you looked up from the book in hands and gave him a nod of approval. He smiled brightly almost immediately, it honestly made your heart squeeze. "Next is the sea" "Se embar, I know that one better, I've had to learn more words that could relate to Drift Mark" he scratched his head bashfully as you tilted your head.
"You're the heir correct?" Luke nodded in response before you both continued. "Would you care if I started asking more sentences?" "Go ahead"
"Okay, try this, the princess is in the castle" Luke once again paused before answering. "Se prince iksos isse se sombāzmion" you smiled at him sweetly and scooted closer to him on the bed, he did the same happily as the fabrics folded a bit beneath you both. "My army's will rein victorious" "Issa azantyr jāhor rein victorious".
You continued quizzing him with words and sentences for the next few hours. You didn't even realize how late it had become until you finally yawned while Luke answered a question. "I think it is time for us to rest..." "Nyke pendagon ziry iksos jēda syt īlva naejot rest" you tilted your head at the boy, confused for a moment. After a few seconds of awkward eye contact Luke finally realized, "oh... I apologize, I thought you were asking me another sentence" his face became a bit more rosy as he averted eye contact.
You only giggled at his behavior and closed his book, passing it over to him while you both sat on the bed, your hands brushed against one another and you felt a little flushed. "Thank you for the Help My Lady, it is deeply appreciated" Luke stood up with you at the same time and took your hands in his, closing his over yours.
He stared at your hands held tightly together, his face blank. But you were burning up at this point, your face felt on fire as little butterfly's flew around in your stomach, almost as if they were trying to rile you up more. After standing still in that position for about a minute luke finally looked up and locked eyes with you. Your face still red and mouth slightly agape. He pulled his hands back quickly with the same red now dusting his cheeks as well.
"I- i um enjoyed our time together, My Prince" you avoided his eyes and gave him a bow before turning on your heel and walking towards the door. "Luke.. you can just call me Luke" he whispered it as he watched you leave but he knew that you heard him. You looked back at him once more as you reached his bedroom door. He stood still, still watching you. His hands folded in front of him, twiddling his fingers.
You smiled at him once more and he returned it. "Goodnight, Luke" and with that, you left.
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Your days in Dragon stone slowly began to better. The first little while after that night, there seemed to be some tension between you and Lucery's, everytime you'd see eachother around the castle during your day, you'd exchange glances and shy smiles back and forth , regardless of what either of you were doing.
And as if it was some joke from the gods, your higher ups continued to assign you to cleaning the Prince's room instead of his previous maids. And the more you bumped into each other at unconventional times during your cleaning, the more you'd talk.
It started off as small conversations while you'd be dusting. Occasionally, some nights he'd ask you to help him with his Valyrian once more, you'd stay up together doing so.
Eventually you two became closer and closer. glances and smiles around the castle turned into purposefully brushing hands against one another while walking past eachother in the sight of others. Hurrying to finish your respective works to engage in speaking to one another in secret during the day, often you'd both hide in the gardens and laugh to one another.
Other times it would be pouring hard rain outside, because of that most the maids and servants wouldn't be required to do as much. So Luke would beg and beg for you to go sit by Arrax's pit and watch over him together, every-time you did so, you'd sit as close as possible to one another, hand over hand without even realizing it.
And so eventually Luke asked his mother to make you his personal servant, though he used the word "companion" when asking the princess... she was skeptical at first, but brushed it aside, assuming you were reliable at cleaning his chambers or tending to his needs, since you always finished your chores around the castle on time, it wasn't unbelievable.
Whenever his brother or his friends Rhaena and Baela would ask about the odd relationship you shared, he'd brush it off quickly, or change the subject. And you did the same when asked by your mother, or fellow maids and servants. Who in all honesty were jealous of your position now.
All you had to do was follow the Prince around when he'd ask, and do as he told you. It seemed much simpler than being rushed around the castle to clean every mistake one of the royals accidentally made.
And now here we were presently.
Lucery's grumbled at his desk, re reading the letter once more. His face gloomy and eyebrows knitted. He stood up fast and pushed his hands against the wood of the desk. He walked over to his bedroom room and opened it quickly, looking around to try and spot a guard. When he finally did, he called them over. "Could you please get Lady Y/n?" He asked in a hush voice, the hour was very late.
The guard, already knowing of Y/n's position in servitude, obliged and gave the Prince a bow before going off to find the girl. Luke walked back into his room and grabbed the letter from his desk.
Holding it so tightly in his hands, his fingers started to pale. He moved to his bed and sat down while grumbling random words and staring at the letter. When the door finally opened, you stood groggily, wearing an almost sheer white sleeping gown with a dark blue coat overtop to keep modesty. You rubbed your eyes before completely placing your attention on the panicked prince. He stared at you eagerly, chewing at his lip.
You immediately realized how stressed he looked and made your way over to the bed, sitting in front of him and grabbing hold of his hands. "Luke?" You asked him in a hushed voice. He looked at your hands, then your shoulders and finally made hesitant eye contact with you.
His hazel eyes looked tired. he finally let a sigh leave his lips as he adjusted himself on the bed to sit more comfortably. "They want me to visit Driftmark in the upcoming days, to discuss my future duty's when the time gets closer..." you could tell how stressed he was, his voice shook as he spoke. "I don't want it, I'm not fit to be the Lord of the Tides and they all know it, I don't understand why they can't understand my hesitation to become so" Luke's voice loudened a bit and you instantly moved closer to him, trying your best to comfort him on this topic as you've done many times before.
"Luke, you're going to be an amazing lord of the tides, I promise you that. You've been getting so much better at your geography and your Valyrian is better than your brothers. I understand your worries, but... it's all going to be fine"
Luke looked at you quickly, his eyebrows furrowed as he became a bit more shaky. "How could you say it will all be fine? You know nothing of the future this holds, if I become lord of the tides... I'm afraid everyone I love will be doomed-" you cut him off and took a tighter hold of his hand that began to shake even more.
Leaning closer to the boy and rubbing circles on his hand. Trying to soothe him. "You're going to be perfect, and I'll be with you every step of the way, I promise you" you lifted your other hand to the boys cheek and cupped it.
He let a sigh leave his lips as his eyes squeezed shut, he looked tense but leaned into your touch anyways. You both sat there like that for maybe 10 minutes. You thought he might have fallen asleep but his words broke you out of that thought.
"You will be accompanying me to Driftmark then"
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"Rȳbās! Dohaerās, Arraks...." Luke comforted his dragon and soothingly rubbed his pearly white scaled head before turning his attention back to you. "Don't worry, I'm going to be flying right above the ship the entire time, I promise not to let it leave my sight Y/n..." Luke reassuringly grabbed your hands and squeezed them. Bringing warmth back into them.
You sighed and looked at Arrax and then back to Luke with pleading eyes. "Luke... I'm nervous.. I haven't traveled by ocean since my family left the red keep with yours, when we followed the princess to Dragon stone... when we were young and I had no time to process it or even understand the meaning of the ocean- please can you just take me with you on Arrax-"
Luke cut you off by another squeeze on your hands. His eyes signaling you to look at the docs. Rhaenyra was eyeing the both of you skeptically, along with her husband Daemon, who didn't seem as interested but non the less. You understood the message and pulled back, giving the prince a curtesy. "... my Prince.." you whispered before grabbing hold of your dress and bundling it up in your fists tightly.
Luke looked at you apologetically and gave you a nod. He had to convince his mother to even let you accompany them. Them meaning him, Prince Jacerys, Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon and his Daughter Princess Rhaena. The Princess Rhaenyra was a little hesitant, none of them were bringing any of their personal hand maidens and the rest of her family was staying at dragon stone since this would be a short trip. Only a few guards. But Luke pushed it off to it being apart of his anxiety.
He would feel more secure with his trusted maid there to calm him down and watch after him a bit more than a guard would feel comfortable doing. So she allowed it, under the conditions you two acted more... mature, under the watch of the Princess rhaenys and her respective family at Driftmark. He obliged with the rules and told you of them days prior to your trip. But now that it was happening...
You were scared shitless.
Not only were you going to be apart from your family for the first time, you were traveling by ocean alone, with no one on that ship close to you. You and Rhaena weren't especially close ... you had few interactions when you'd be accompanying Luke and that was it. Rhaenyra didn't seem especially fond of you, probably because of the way you and her Son interacted behind closed doors (hypocritical), Jace was Flying on Vermax, Luke on Arrax, and Daemon was Daemon.
So here you were, sitting at the stern of the boat, clutching onto the railing for dear life. Luke kept true to his words, he continued to circle the boat on Arrax, looking down at you every now and then. Well, you couldn't see him but you were assuming he was watching, since Arrax seemed to be closer to the stern than to the Bow of the boat. Vermax was a good bit ahead of you all, not flying to far ahead to where you couldn't see, but Jace wasn't the kind to wait as long as the others had to.
You consistently looked up at the dragons, finding it was your only form of distraction and entertainment. You didn't want to talk much to others unless needed.
When Driftmark finally came into view after all the waiting, the relief you felt was satisfying…. Luke and Jace flew off, most likely going to the dragon pit on Driftmark. So you were left alone with the rest of the people who came along. You walked behind Rhaena, her rose colored dress dragging at her feet.
She turned around once to look at you and gave you a smile, she was quite a pretty one, resembling her mother much more than Daemon. You smiled back and continued following the group. Walking along the path of Driftmark to the castle doors. You whiped your head around when you heard the boys. Luke and Jace were walking quickly towards you all.
They looked almost like they were arguing, but you weren't going to pry today.
Jace ignored your eyes and walked straight up the group to his mother. Luke walking to you and Rhaena. He gave you a shy smile and rubbed his hands together. "I take it the ship ride here was alright then?" "You tell me, you were the one watching the whole time" you teased him and looked down as you walked.
You heard him laugh a bit quietly, "just trying to make you feel as comfortable as you can..." you looked back up at him only to find him staring at you intensely. He gave you one last loving smile before a stone face overtook, he stood on his toes and looked at his mother and step father, neither were watching, both distracted.
He sighed and grabbed your hands gently. "When we walk into these doors, we must act just as a servant and a Prince would,, more appropriately.." his voice was hushed and he almost had to whisper it in your ear. You only gave him a nod as he dropped your hands. "Yes, my prince"
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And that you did.
The next few days went decently well. You tended to Lucery's as a Servant and her prince would more normally. You'd fill his cups at the dinners, clean after him when he did occasionally make a mess, watch after him from corners of the rooms as other servants did when he spoke with his family. Occasionally, he would glance at you during these times, almost sadly, but for the most part he listened well to his mother. Keeping a respectful and appropriate distance.
You were quite shocked by the amount of people here however. Vaemond brought his whole family, which by the way was quite a big family... then there was Rhaenys and Baela, and the family you came with. Vaemond was spiteful and rude the entire time, he'd make back handed comments to Luke and Jace almost constantly. You could tell he was bitter over Luke being Lord Corlys chosen successor.
You did get a few weird looks occasionally, but for the most part everyone just ignored you being there. You were just another maid tending to the family. This entire trip, you and Luke were never alone together, you never got the opportunity. You haven't spoken to him properly in about 5 days. You missed your friend of course, hopeful for the day when you all could return to Dragon Stone and you both could act as you wanted once more.
You knew he missed it too. But finally, it was the last day of your stays here. You stood in the corner of the dining room, listening in to all the conversations as you waited to begin cleaning up.
When Rhaenyra stood from her seat, you didn't expect anything out of the ordinary, so you listened half minded as usual during these dinners. "I would like to make a toast. me and my beloved cousin, the Princess Rhaenys have been discussing the ... matter of the Heir of Driftmark, of course, she is ruling drift mark as of now with my Step daughter Baela, but. For future matters... we would like to state once more, Lucery's claim as told by the unfortunately sick lord Corlys. So a toast to that!" Rhaenyra looked anxious as she spoke.
You noted that but still didn't give much thought to this speech. But you did notice Vaemond tensing up in his spot, his eyes were cold and staring directly at Luke, who stared back at him in confusion. You felt as if something was going to go wrong soon...
Luke turned his head to you, trying to be as casual as possible with it. He looked at you with furrowed brows and slowly gave you a smile. Almost like he was trying to tell you he was okay, in his own way. You gave him a nod and smile back. And then Rhaenyra tapped her glass.
When you looked up at the Princess, she was staring directly at you. Her mouth in a tight line before sighing and looking at Luke now. "And I'd like to announce aswell, we plan on Betrothing Jacerys and Baela in the near coming future when they are of age. She will be his Queen consort when the day comes" the entire group gave a little clap and Jace and Baela looked at one another quite admiringly. You continued listening.
Rhaenyra gave a half hearted laugh before continuing. "And, to the future betrothing of Lucery's and Rhaena when they are of age, to ensure the Velaryon blood pure when he rules over Driftmark.." she looked directly at Vaemond when she said this. Making sure to sound colder as she eyed him.
But you couldn't pay attention to that, you felt your heart drop to your stomach and you didn't know why. You caught Vaemond from the corner of your eyes and saw him stand in his seat abruptly and angrily. But just as soon as he did that, you heard a glass shatter in the room.
You felt like your head and your heart were racing but you turned to the sound. Luke was sitting in his chair, a broken cup in his hand, glass splattered on the table and floor beneath him. He only stared at it. Rhaenyra's eyes widened a bit and you could have sworn you heard Daemon laugh a little.
But you rushed to your Princes side, crouching down beside him regardless of your head banging. Everyone in the room watched you both like YOU were the one who just acted out of place. Your eyes shifted to Vaemond for a split second, he looked at you with confusion and annoyance. Rhaenyra looked sympathetic more than anything as her gaze was now locked on you, or.. locked on her son.
You heard glass crunching under your foot but you began to pick it up regardless, completely ignorant to the pieces stabbing into your hand. You did everything in your power to avoid Lucery's gaze. You felt his fucking hazel eyes burning into the top of your head.
You stood a bit more and looked at Lucery's hand, you grabbed the broken glass handle of the cup and began to swipe the glass on the table into your hand as well. At this point, the shards were cutting into your skin deeper. "Y/n" Luke's voice finally snapped you out of your daze and you stared at him.
He looked scared, sad, and angry all at the same time. He grabbed your wrist softly as he could, yet hastily, and some of the glass fell from your hand. "Seven hells..." Rhaenys mumbled. You looked down at your hand and noticed a large slash in the middle of your palm, it was gushing blood and dripping down your hand. The rest of the cuts were less severe but we're definitely visible none the less, Scattered on both hands. "Yes, my prince ?" You whispered it softly, only to him.
He shook his head slowly and stood from his seat quickly. Rhaenyra looked at you two and clutched her hands together. She began to speak to the group but you tuned it all out as Luke lead you out of the room. You don't even how he lead you where he did, how long it took or if he even spoke during the walk but before you knew it, you were both outside, by the beach.
"Y/n. can you respond to me please" Luke placed his hands on your arms and shook you a bit. Not too much to startle you, but to get your attention. You looked up at him and felt your hands stinging. "I'm sorry Luke-" you were beginning to apologize to him for accidentally making a scene but he cut you off by pulling you into him.
He Wrapped his arms around your waist and was careful not to touch your hands. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and you think you heard him begin to cry quietly, it was very muffled. "It's me who should be sorry.." he whispered into your hair. You were about to embrace him back but remembered the glass in your hand. At this point most of it fell out during your walk here, unbeknownst to you.
But they still stung, and you didn't want to hug Luke back if it meant accidentally cutting him in the process if any shards were still stuck.
"Why are you sorry?" You asked him, laughing a bit to try and lighten the mood. But his grip on you only tightened. And you heard his breath hitch. He let out a few shaky breaths against your neck before pulling away and sitting down with you on the sand of the beach, right by the water but not close enough to where it could reach either of you.
"My mother informed me two nights ago that she intended for me to marry Rhaena in the future… I will admit, I'm not blind to Rhaena's feelings for me.. " for some reason you felt your heart clench at this, anxiety and worry bubbling in your stomach. You began to pick at the glass in your hands, avoiding Luke's gaze for as long as possible.
He paused in his telling and grabbed your hands instead, carefully as he began to pull the small pieces of glass out himself. "And.." you whispered..
He sighed, as if he didn't want to continue. "And, I told mother she is not the one I love. However, she kept telling me it was for political advantage. It would help secure my spot on Driftmark if at any point my claim Is challenged... more convincing to people like Vaemond who think of me as... a bastard.." he whispered the last part, you knew it was a sensitive topic for him so you leaned closer to him, knees touching.
He stopped breathing for a second and looked up at you. Running his hands over yours. He let a small laugh leave his mouth and it instantly filled you with some sense of relief. "I got all the glass out..." he mumbled into your ear as he leaned his forehead against yours, Warm Breathe hitting each-others faces. "I will be honest, I proposed to my mother that I wed you.. you've been loyal to our family since your mother birthed you in the red keep, you were born into servitude for our family... who more loyal than someone whom I've grown up with.."
Luke kept his voice at a whisper as he lifted a hand up to your face. Cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your skin. His movements slowed a bit and you could tell he was sad. "She denied me" he whispered it and you felt the hurt in his voice as he pulled your face closer to his. You felt like your entire body was on fire. "She told me my betrothal wasn't set in stone yet... I thought I'd have more time. When she announced it at the dinner I will admit I lost my temper, broke the glass in my hand. But when you came and began to clean it immediately, not even looking at me.. I thought- I couldn't" Luke looked as if he was on the verge of tears.
You put a finger to his soft lips. "Shhh... it's okay. I know" you whispered to Lucery's, using your other hand to trace circles and other shapes into his skin.
And he couldn't help it. Luke leaned closer into you and connected your lips. One hand went to your waist to pull you closer to him and the other continued to hold your face. The kiss was slow, more loving and innocent than anything else. You broke apart a few times before diving back in again. His touches became more eager and loving as if it would be the first and last time this ever happened.
You were happy, without even realizing it, you had fallen for Lucery's. You were in love with him. He felt the same. But you were both too slow in realizing it. And now it was too late, even if you had figured it out sooner you know the princess wouldn't have allowed you both to marry. You were a Maid before anything else. Nothing more than a favored servant of the prince, The future heir to Driftmark.
But you hoped that if you two had realized sooner, you would have been able to spent more time like this. You didn't regret the times you did have together of course, you were best friends before all else. This love blossomed as any healthy and normal love should. Sharing important and memorable moments in your life with one another. Growing up together.
That was all you could think about. When you and Luke finally broke apart for air he was the first to speak. He held onto your body like you were going to walk away at that very moment. "Please, don't leave me.." he whispered it against your mouth and clinged onto you like he was a child once more. You smiled against his lips. "I love you Luke, but I do not wish to continue this ... once you and Rhaena are officially betrothed. I do not wish to invade a relationship and marriage before it even gets the chance to begin..." you whispered it sadly, this was not what you wanted obviously. But who were you to break a girls heart, you noticed how she looked at him. With absolute adoration. You're sure she was already hurting just from him leaving the dinner with you.
Luke pulled away hesitantly, his eyebrows knitted in confusion. "What? No, Y/n, I appreciate Rhaena much so, I've known her since we were little, but I do not hold any romantic love for her. It would be her invading our relationship... not... I don't know what to say- just please" he seemed a bit more panicked now, his grip on you tightening slightly. You smiled at him reassuringly and continued to rub his cheek.
He began to shake his head. "I can speak to her, we can discuss options in our marriage, I can still be with you, it could be a political advantage before anything else I promise you. I love you, I don't love her in that same way, I couldn't" He sounded close to tears. "Luke..." you whispered his name to him before leaning into his arms. You both were weak from all of this obviously, because you immediately tumbled into the sand with one another.
Little giggles leaving each your mouths as you continued to hold onto eachother tightly, rolling closer and closer to the water. "I love you, I love you so much, I'm so sorry I didn't realize it sooner but I promise you i do, In so many ways" he continued whispering words against your skin as you both stopped rolling. Laying in one another's arms as the water soaked into your hair and clothes, sand clinging to your exposed skin.
He began to pepper kisses all over your face, your nose, eyes, lips, cheeks. "I love you Lucery's Velaryon" you cooed it to him as he continued leaving kisses all over you. He stopped and looked at you with the biggest and goofiest smile. You laughed at him and grabbed his face with both your hands. "Your perfect in more ways than you know, my Prince.."
Luke hummed and closed his eyes, leaning his face more and more into your hands. "We will figure this out, I promise.."
He said it so re assuringly.
But not every promise is something you can keep. Your days together after that were more stressful at first, but it was okay because you were both admittedly in love now. You ignored the stares from the servants, guards, and his parents. You avoided parading your relationship around his other family.. Though you felt as if they all knew, just didn't choose to say anything. That statement was more proved when Aemond began to look at you with nearly as much hate as he looked at Luke whenever you’d visit the red keep. You spent a year and a half together, being in love.
Eventually he did tell Rhaena. Quite soon after that first night together actually, as you told him he must or you wouldn't continue the relationship as it was. She was admittedly heartbroken. But she was free to love who she choose as well and in time she understood that and saw you both as friends and ally's.
Rhaena and Luke did put up a show for the Greens when you all were made to attend the court, when they're betrothal was publicly announced, When Vaemond decided to be more... outspoken about how he felt on the heir of Driftmark. And you watched him get beheaded for it.
Luke immediately turned to you when it first happened. He had never seen something that gruesome up close and unfortunately during court you had to stand with the other servants. So he just kept his eyes locked on you from across the room as you exchanged comforting stares to one another.
You watched everything happen, you were there since the beginning of the end. You knew nothing good would come from any of this when Aemond encouraged a fight between Jace and Luke during the dinner with their family. But you stood by Luke through it all. When Aegon smashed Luke’s face in the table you were the first to grab onto Luke and pull him away, immediately followed up by a guard grabbing your beloved but none the less.
You reassured him every time he doubted himself being a good lord of the tides. You held him during the last night he saw his grand sire.
You let him rant in your arms his feelings for all his family members. How he felt about Aemond, how he felt for taking the boys eye. You were with him for everything. You were both young, too young in all honesty, all the adults knew it, Rhaenyra lectured him many times on it.
But in time Rhaenyra came to understand your relationship, it reminded her of herself and Ser Harwin when she was young. While still trying to maintain a more secretive relationship with Luke, Rhaenyra made you her lady in waiting to bring your status just a bit higher if you were to be with her son regardless of what she thought.
You were completely smitten by one another at only fourteen, all the way up until you were both fifteen. He was your first love, and your last.
When the day came that his mother was Usurped by her younger brother, you did all you could for him. You held him as tight as possible. Terrified for him to leave your sight. That was something you and Rhaenyra bonded over. Your shared love for her son.
When his brother Jacerys offered himself and Luke to fly on dragon back to lords of the kingdom demanding they bend the knee, you immediately rejected. You begged Luke not to do it. You sobbed to him. Begged him to at least take you. You told him repeatedly you knew he was brave but that wouldn't stop your anxiety. A war was brewing and you didn't want him to be someone lost to it.
"I love you Luke, I can't loose you please- just take me with you I won't be a bother I just need to be there" you we're in full blown tears at this point, pulling at Luke's riding Armor. He rubbed your back continuously, kissing your tears away as he shh'd you soothingly. "I'll be back for you, I swear it. I love you Y/n, more than you'll ever know."
He looked at you as if he would return to you. But he didn't. He broke his promises.
When you received the news of his death, you were one of the last to know. You still curse the servants for that. You collapsed into Rhaenyra’s arms when you heard of it. You and Rhaenyra sobbed to one another over the loss, holding onto eachother in the privacy of her chamber as you bonded over the shared memories of her sweet boy.
"If I could have done anything differently with my boy.. I would have allowed him to wed you my dear, I know how much he loved you... and you loved him.. I'm so sorry for failing him, and failing you in that..." you only comforted her. Thinking over your entire life. And how it could have all been if any little thing had been different. Your life could never be the same now. But now, you’d do everything in your power to protect his family, the family of the boy you loved more than you loved yourself.
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