A Different Dance

 Chapter two

The grand hall of Dragonstone was adorned with banners bearing the sigils of House Targaryen and House Velaryon, fluttering in the gentle breeze. A sense of anticipation hung in the air as the courtiers and nobles gathered for the crowning ceremony of Princess Visenya Targaryen.
Lucerys Velaryon entered the room, accompanied by the proud announcement of the guards. "Prince Lucerys Velaryon of House Velaryon, son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen."
As he made his way through the crowd, Lucerys couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. He wore the Velaryon colors with pride, his long curly hair flowing down his back, accentuating his elegant features.
Taking his place with his family, Lucerys found himself surrounded by his uncles, aunt, great-uncle, and cousins. They exchanged warm smiles and shared in the joyous atmosphere. Queen Rhaenyra, regal and radiant, sat on her throne, her violet eyes shimmering with pride as she prepared to crown her daughter.
The moment arrived, and Rhaenyra stood, holding the crown in her hands. She spoke with a voice filled with authority and affection. "I, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, crown Princess Visenya Targaryen as Princess of Dragonstone, heir to The iron throne ."
The room erupted into applause and cheers as Visenya took her place as the newly crowned princess. Lucerys joined in the celebratory mood, clapping with enthusiasm for his sister's accomplishment. He couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration and pride for her.
After the crowning, the hall transformed into a joyous gathering. Music filled the air, and the guests indulged in food and drink. Lucerys mingled with the nobles, his hazel eyes sparkling with excitement.
As he navigated the crowd, his uncle prince Aemond Targaryen, a towering figure with his silver hair and strong presence, approached him. Aemond's eyes lit up at the sight of Lucerys. "Lucerys, my nephew ! You look absolutely stunning."
Lucerys smiled warmly at his uncle's compliment. "Thank you, Uncle Aemond. It is an honor to be here for Visenya's crowning."
Aemond extended his hand towards Lucerys. "May I have this dance, my prince?"
Lucerys felt a surge of delight at the invitation and he sat his goblet down . With a graceful nod, he accepted Aemond's hand, and they made their way to the center of the dance floor.
As the music swelled, Aemond and Lucerys moved in harmony, their steps blending seamlessly. Lucerys felt a sense of exhilaration as he twirled and spun with his uncle, his curls bouncing with each movement.
Aemond's voice resonated with affection as they danced. "You are growing into such a remarkable young man, Lucerys. Your mother would be proud."
Lucerys blushed slightly at the praise, feeling a mixture of happiness and gratitude. "Thank you, Uncle Aemond. Your words mean a great deal to me."
The dance continued, and Lucerys found himself lost in the rhythm, the world around him fading away. In that moment, he relished the freedom and joy that came with the celebration, embracing the connection he shared with his uncle and the love that surrounded him.
As the song came to an end, Aemond released Lucerys from their dance. and placed a hand on Lucerys' shoulder, pride evident in his eyes. "Lucerys, my dear nephew, you have the grace of a dragon and the spirit of a true Velaryon. Never forget that."
Lucerys beamed at the words, grateful for his uncle's encouragement. "Thank you, Uncle Aemond. Your guidance means the world to me."
Aemond clasped Lucerys' hand in his own, a gesture filled with warmth and affection. "Remember, Lucerys, the path to greatness is paved with knowledge and compassion. Embrace your studies, nurture your bond with Arrax, and the realm will see the remarkable person you are."
Lucerys nodded, his heart swelling with a renewed sense of purpose. He had always found solace in his books and his connection with his dragon. Now, with his uncle's words echoing in his mind, he realized that his passions could be the foundation for something greater.
As the music shifted to a livelier tune, Lucerys found himself pulled into the celebrations once more. He danced with his family members, laughing and sharing in the joyous atmosphere. His uncles and cousins playfully teased him, while his aunt offered words of wisdom and encouragement.
Throughout the festivities, Lucerys couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging and acceptance. In this alternate timeline where the Dance of the Dragons had never occurred, he was free to explore his own path, unburdened by the weight of expectation.
As the night wore on, Lucerys returned to his mother's side, a sparkle in his eyes. Queen Rhaenyra embraced him, a mixture of love and pride evident on her face. "My dear Lucerys, you shine like a star. I am so proud of the person you are becoming."
Lucerys leaned into his mother's embrace, feeling a surge of gratitude and affection. "Thank you, Mother. I am grateful for your support and love."
Rhaenyra kissed his forehead, her voice filled with warmth. "The world is yours to conquer, my dear. Embrace it with all your heart."
With a newfound sense of purpose and a heart filled with determination, Lucerys rejoined the festivities, eager to embark on his own journey of self-discovery. In this alternate timeline, where the Dance of the Dragons never happened, the realm held countless opportunities and adventures for him to explore.
Little did Lucerys know that his path would intertwine with the fate of the Seven Kingdoms in ways he could never have anticipated, forging a legacy that would forever be remembered in the annals of history