a younger sister. someone who has protective big siblings to look after them.
in which Rhaenyra Targaryen doesn't understand why everyone has began to treat her like a child.
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LUCERYS ARRIVED AT STORM'S END WONDERING WHY there was a two guards standing next to a horse, but not just any horse, a war horse. He wondered who was here, the guards outside waiting looked at him, he calmed Arrax down before wandering over to the men, "I have a message from my mother for Lord Borros." He states trying to sound confident, he shivers as he was led into a dark looking hall.
"Princes Lucerys Velaryon," one of the guards next to him call out as he saw a man lazily sitting on his stoned throne glaring at him. "Son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen," Lucerys glanced left and saw a older man with a stubbed chin looking him with glazing blue eyes. He was tall and slim, but he was dressed in the finest of clothing, and his dark hair was put back into a long ponytail.
"Lord Borros," he said swallowing his nerves as he turned to stare at the man in the chair. "I have brought you a message from my mother, the Queen."
"Yet, earlier this day I received an envoy from the King." He spoke, "which is it? King or Queen? The house of the dragon does not seem to know who rules it." He laughs, "what's your mothers message?"
Lucerys holds the scroll for the guard to take to which the man does, he takes it up to the Lord who then looks at it with distaste. "Where's the bloody maester!" Lucerys eyes look over to the tall man who glared back at him.
Suddenly, a man went running across the hall to fetch a maester. Lucerys and the unknown man dressed in black kept eye contact with each other, the tension was growing thick. Lucerys grabs the hilt of his sword, hearing footsteps which turned his attention back to the Lord who gave the maester the scroll.
"Remind me of my fathers oath? King Aegon at least came with an offer my swords and banners for a marriage pact. If I do what your mother buds which one of my daughters would you wed, boy?" He sneers.
"My Lord, I am not free to marry." He says glancing at the intimidating stranger once more and then back to the man, "I am already betrothed."
"So, you come with empty hands." He says mocking the boy, "go home pup, and tell your mother that the Lord of Storms End is not some dog that she can whistle up but need to set against her foes." He calls out to him.
"I shall take your answer to the Queen, my Lord." He says and began to walk away with the guards who led him back the way he came, but he froze when the unknown male called out loudly.
"Wait, little Lord Strong." He turns around and walks forward a bit watching the stranger with calculated eyes. "Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal King Aegon's throne at no cost?" He questions with his hands behind his back.
