17. He Spoke Of Me

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Starlight / Aegon Targaryen out now!

"Lord Larys," Viserys remarked and Larys turned slowly to him. "I was hoping for a moment of your time."

"Of course, your grace." Larys agreed following him into his chambers.

"I have been spending a lot of time with your sister and... well she is just so lovely." Viserys remarked.

"Yes. She is." Larys agreed leaning on his cane his eyes drifting around the room.

"I know her name day is coming up and I want to do something special for her." Viserys remarked.

"Thats not necessary." Larys assured quickly. "I will take care of Lucia's-"

"I want to." Viserys corrected. "She has become someone that I can't see going a day without seeing. Irreplaceable. I would like to show her how much she means to me."

"Okay." Larys agreed hesitantly through tight lips.

"What does she like? What can I do to make it special?" Viserys questioned.

"She likes carrot cake and apple pie." Larys answered turning to the door.

"What else?" Viserys questioned.

"I assure you, I have taken care of my sisters name day festivities for years," Larys remarked. "You are welcome to join us for supper-"

"OH she needs a proper party." Viserys corrected.

"She doesnt really like big celebrations anymore." Larys corrected and Viserys nodded taking a step back, containing his enthusiasm.

"Of course." Viserys whispered. Of course she didnt, but she also said she wanted normal but he supposed that a grand party wasnt normal by her typical standards either. 

"But..." Larys added through a thick breath. "She loves books, of all sorts. If you wanted to get her a present and some cake. She could eat a whole carrot cake in a day."

"Thank you lord larys." Viserys agreed. He chuckled softly to himself as Larys headed out. "I'm an idiot." Larys hesitated at the door. "I dont like big parties anymore but she just seemed-"

"Shes good at faking a smile." Larys agreed. "She doesnt like people worrying about her. But I'm always looking out for her."

"She is lucky to have a brother like you." Viserys agreed.

"Thank you." Larys answered as he headed off. He didnt like how close viserys seemed to be getting with Lucia. His Lucia.

When larys found Lucia he stumbled over her discarded leg. She offered a tight smile as she put a bookmark in her book.

"You throwing your leg about?" Larys mused.

"I got into an argument with it." Lucia answered matter of factly.

"Oh? And pray tell my sweet lucia what did you argue about?" Larys questioned putting aside his cane and sitting beside her nighttable as he took a seat on the bed.

"I need to seal it. It gave me a splinter." Lucia informed him. Larys gave shifted back to the leg. But his attention shifted quickly as Lucia snuggled into his side draping her leg over his keeping him hostage to her. A smile curved his face, holding her closer.

"Its almost you name day love." Larys whispered kissing the top of her head.

"Dont do anything this year Larys." Lucia demanded.

"Trust me. I know you Lu." Larys assured. "The king though-" he chuckled. "- wanted to throw you a grand party and-"

"Wait what? Viserys? He wanted to throw me a party?" Lucia questioned confused.

"I assured him I had it handled," larys informed her, touching her cheek. Lucia sat up shifting back on the bed.

"You spoke to the king about me?" Lucia questioned.

"I- he- yes." Larys agreed awkwardly.

"He wanted to throw me a party?" It didnt make any sense.

"He has been grateful for your friendship Lu." Larys remarked. "What a good friend you have been-" he made to emphasize friend. "Since he lost his arm. wanted to do something for you."

"Thats really sweet of him." Lucia remarked.

"Yes but dont worry nothing big. Just me and you and father... and Harwin I suppose. We dont have to invite him." Larys mused, Lucia swatted her hand at him. "Okay he is invited." Larys mused.  "I know you dont like to make a fuss but I will fuss over you." Larys remarked proudly.

"You already do," lucia teased.

"Well Im good at it."

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