Reborn As Lucerys Velaryon: A Dragonrider's Destiny

Chapter 5: Rhaenys Targaryen

As the revelry of the feast waned, the mourners gathered in a quiet corner of the Red Keep. Lucerys, his young face etched with a seriousness beyond his years, found himself drawn towards Princess Rhaenys. She sat alone, a lone pillar of strength amidst the swirling grief.

Vaemond's death hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the brutality that lurked beneath the gilded surface of courtly life. Lucerys approached her cautiously, a wave of sympathy washing over him.

"Princess Rhaenys," he began, his voice barely a whisper.

Rhaenys turned towards him, her obsidian eyes holding a depth of sadness that resonated with Lucerys on a level he couldn't quite explain. "Prince Lucerys," she acknowledged, a faint smile playing on her lips. "The Stranger comes for us all, young one. But it doesn't make his arrival any less unwelcome."

Her words were laced with a quiet resignation, a deep understanding of the fragility of life. Lucerys understood. He, perhaps more than anyone else in the room, knew the truth hidden beneath the surface – the whispers of war, the Dance of the Dragons, the carnage to come. He yearned to share his burden, to warn her of the future he'd glimpsed, but the words wouldn't come.

"Vaemond…" Lucerys started, searching for the right words. "He was a fool. Ambitious and reckless."

Rhaenys let out a humorless chuckle. "He was," she agreed. "But he was kin nonetheless. And that loss, no matter how deserved, still stings."

Her voice softened as she studied Lucerys, her gaze sharp and penetrating. He felt a flicker of unease under her scrutiny. "You bear the weight of this day heavily, young prince," she observed. "More so than a boy your age should."

Lucerys felt a blush creep up his neck. He couldn't explain his disquiet, the strange sense of foreboding that gnawed at him. "It's... unsettling," he admitted.

"The court is a viper's nest, Lucerys," Rhaenys said, her voice low and firm. "Filled with ambition and deceit. You will need a strong stomach to navigate it."

A spark of defiance ignited within Lucerys. He was no longer just a child playing at courtly games. He was Lucerys Velaryon, heir of Driftmark, reborn with a purpose.  "I understand my duty, Princess," he replied, his voice unexpectedly firm.

Rhaenys raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flickering in her gaze. "Do you?" she questioned, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. "Do you truly understand the weight of the name you bear? The legacy you must uphold?"

Lucerys met her gaze head-on. "I am a Velaryon," he declared, his voice ringing with newfound conviction. "And I will not shirk my responsibilities."

A flicker of something akin to approval crossed Rhaenys' face. "That's good," she said, her voice softening slightly. "But being a Velaryon is more than just a name, Lucerys. It's about strength, about cunning, about… well, sometimes about knowing when to keep your mouth shut."

Lucerys bristled. He understood the veiled criticism.  "I know what I saw in the throne room," he retorted, his voice sharp with defiance. "Vaemond was out of line. He deserved what he got."

The air crackled with a newfound tension after Lucerys' sharp retort. Rhaenys, ever the shrewd judge of character, saw the flicker of defiance in his eyes and a hint of something else – a spark of knowledge that seemed to defy his age.

A ghost of a smile played on her lips. "Defiance is a useful tool, young prince," she conceded, her voice taking on a more measured tone. "But used carelessly, it can be as deadly as a poisoned chalice."

Lucerys felt a prickle of unease at her words. He knew she was testing him, gauging the depth of his understanding. He straightened his back, determined not to falter under her scrutiny.