Burn The Ships / Viserys Targaryen / Larys Strong

1. Used to Be Strong

Lucia Strong used to be strong. She used to be fearless. She was the youngest of the Strong siblings and her elder brothers adored her. Harwin gave her piggy back rides whenever she asked and Larys gave her a new flower every night before bed, along with the meaning and origin of said flower. She was their little princess and Lucia thought herself invincible, so when the fall happened, she broke all the more.

"DADDY!" Lucia screamed out, wailing, big tears running down her face.

Harwin was competing in a tournament, he did so often and she liked to be by the horses. But a man as large as a mountain was mad that Harwin had beaten him. He lashed out at the nearest horse, slicing his head clean off with a single blow, the body fell next, it fell right on little Lucia.

"HELP ME!" Lucia begged panting as her right leg got stuck under the dead mare, slowly crushing her leg. "DADDY! HARWIN!" Lucia begged.

"Lift the horse!" Harwin demanded his voice boomed. He demanded results.

"Larys..." Lucia whimpered as his cane dropped and he hooked his hands under her arms.

"I got you." Larys assured.

"Larys I'm scared." Lucia sobbed out.

"I got you." Larys repeated.

"LIFT!" Harwin demanded and larys pulled Lucia out she cried out harder as she was dragged away.

"My leg, my leg," Lucia sobbed out.

"Get a maester!"

And maybe if not all the maesters and handmaidens were busy with the queen, Lucia would still have use of her leg.

"What's going on down there?" Rhaenyra Targaryen questioned.

"Lord Strongs daughter I believe," Harrold remarked. "The mountain of a man... the horse landed right on her."

"I know Lucia." Alicent remarked. "She's always chasing after her brothers."

"Wont be doing much of that anytime soon I would gander." Harrold countered.

"Poor thing." Rhaenyra offered glancing back to where her father should have been.

What might have been a brace for the rest of her life turned into the lower half of her leg going blue and then black, her leg was dying, they had to cut it off at the knee.

"It's dying?" Lyonel questioned as Lucia sobbed into Harwin, it didnt hurt as much anymore, she supposed that was because it was dead. Her leg was dead.

"It will only keep spreading."

Meanwhile the royal family were burning their mother and the baby. Rhaenyra and Alicent stood hand in hand while rhaenyras father wept over what he had done, Daemon Targaryen put a hand on his niece's shoulder giving it a tight squeeze. Nothing would ever be the same.

Lucia knew that too well as they gave her as much poppy as she could handle, Harwin gave her some ale which she choked down and then they tied her down to keep her from moving. Harwin and Larys held her hands holding her sobbing and shaking chest down to the bed.

"Gods, not my little girl," Lyonel kept saying as Lucia bit down on a thick strap of leather to keep from biting her tongue clean off. "I love you Lu, I'm so sorry."  Lucia nodded tears in her eyes, they cut and sawed into her leg, luckily the pain was too much and she passed out the moment they started sawing into the bone.

The Strong's looked to Lucia's leg, it laid disconnected from her body as they cauterized it. The smell of burning flesh filled their noses. Lyonel hadnt stopped crying his tears ran into her hair as he pressed little kisses to her forehead.

It was three long days before she woke up and just like that everything had changed.