Burn The Ships / Viserys Targaryen / Larys Strong

2. Carve My Heart Out

Now that we don't talk / Otto Hightower Out now!

Karma / Criston Cole / aemond Targaryen out now!

Learning to walk again was something Lucia didnt think she would have to do so early in life.

"I got you a present." Larys remarked sitting at Lucia's beside, she met him with sad eyes as she looked up from her book. She had been staring at the same page since she opened the book, not reading the words just trying to focus on something else so she wouldnt cry.

"Thank you Larys." Lucia whispered. He held it out for her. "A cane." she realized touching the wood carvings within it.

"I was working on the carvings for you... I can get you a different one if you don't like-"

"I love it." Lucia corrected. "This is beautiful." She looked at all the little flowers carved into the cane. "You have a talent brother. You can carve my heart out next." she requested. "Display it on the mantel... here laid Lucia Rose Strong, failure."

"You are not a failure." Larys corrected.

"My body failed me." Lucia reminded him. "Making me a failure." He sighed heavily brushing her hair from her face.

"Do you want to get out of bed today?" Larys pondered.

"No." Lucia corrected.

"The maester said another fortnight and the skin will be healed enough for the fake leg." Larys reminded her. "Thats exciting." She shrugged in return. Was it exciting? She lost her leg and now she got a fake one to replace her bone and muscle, her flesh and blood...

"Hello, Ser Harwin how is your sister doing?" Rhaenyra questioned.

"Not too well, my princess." Harwin answered.

"Come on, we are closer than that, call me Rhaenyra." Harwin offered her a small smile. "Is there anything you need? Anything she needs?"

"Her leg back." Harwin offered honestly.

So when the time came for Lucia to put on her new leg she looked to her brothers and father, they all offered her smiles of encouragement. Harwin offered her his arm as well. She slipped on the protective sleeve over her nubby knee and then secured the brace up her thigh and nestled her nub into the socket.

Lucia took a few steadying breaths before hoisting herself up off the bed, her leg shook and she fell immediately. Harwin reached out grabbing her. When he got her back onto the bed she was sobbing again.

"Got to build up strength love, you were in bed for the past 2 moons." Lyonel reminded her. "You are going to have to practice at it. Like Harwin practices with his blade."

"Daddy I just want my leg back." Lucia begged. "I want it back!"

"Lets try again." Larys countered. "Come on Lu, you and me..." Lucia looked to his brace and cane, he still had his leg. Why did her stupid leg have to die on her? She gripped the cane lary had made for her and pushed herself up again, her knee shook and she tumbled. Harwin scooped her up before she made contact with the ground.

"Get this stupid thing off me!" Lucia demanded her fingers pulling uselessly at the flase leg. "Get it off!" She begged tears streaming down her face.

"I got her," Larys assured. Lyonel couldnt handle seeing his princess so miserable. "Harwin why dont you go punch something." Larys suggested. Harwin was Harwin Breakbones Strong, the strongest man in westeros and yet he could protect his baby sister. Lucia clawed at her leg until Larys grabbed her hands. "Lu, Lu... I'm right here, I'm going to take it off, okay..." Lucia nodded flopping back onto her bed. Larys hands moved up her thigh unlatching the buckle and gently pulling back the leg. He slid the sleeve from her knee and looked over the scarred nub as he fixed her dress. He gave her opposite knee a squeeze and she sat back up staring at him.

He didnt say a word just tapped her good thigh, a gentle nudge to move over. Lucia scooted on the bed and he lay beside her. Lucia cried into him.

"I'm sorry peanut." Larys whispered holding onto her.

"I want to be normal Larys..."

"We find a new normal." Larys countered as she cried herself to sleep.