𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐏𝐭-1

[ a/n — is it jaceluke? is it dalcerys? is it lucenyra? is it lucemond? is it luena? idk you guys decide. this does have a plot so it's not just porn. also if in italics it's in high valyrian bc I'm too lazy to translate it. and I've seen a lot of talk of Luke's (Elliot) high valyrian being incredibly good. so I decided to incorporate that into the fics. let's be real Jace and Luke speak high valryian better than Aegon and Aemond. ]

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“The king is dead.”

With stiff lips Rhaenyra kept her composure and rage. She now stood at the head of the council table, the crown of her father on her silver-gold hair, her queen uniform perfectly attired to her swelling belly. At her council table sat the lord Bartimos Celtigar, Lord Stauton, Lord Bar Emmon, Lord Darklyn Grand Maester Gerardys, Ser Medrick Manderly, Mysaria, King Consort Daemon, Princess Rhaenys, and her sons and stepdaughters.

“if i may speak, your grace?” rhaenys spoke up first after a couple moments of silence.

the queen gives her a nod.

Rhaenys strengthens her posture, black and silver hair woven in endless braids, violet eyes narrow down on the queen, “Unfortunately, my lord husband has not awoken from his fever. I would like to appoint Lucerys as acting regent of the Tides.”

Rhaenyra snaps her eyes to her son of six and ten. Luke stands proudly beside her, a smile on his lips. Lucerys has already been in battle since he was involved heavily during the second battle of the Stepstones. It was two years with her son away at war and Rhaenyra worried endlessly. In his time away he's gained one too many scars, nearly died several times as well, Arrax is now war hardened and ready for battle if necessary, he's been on several voyages. essentially her son has been building his connections on the seas in case his dear mother was usurped. Now the time had arrived and he was up for the task to help his mother win the throne.

“Very well. Luke is now acting regent of House Velaryon. I presume your house is pledged in my honor,” Rhaenyra throws in a little jest.

a grin spreads on his lips as he grabs the seahorse sigil and places it on the side of the Blacks allies, honey brown eyes meet hers, “always.”

Rhaenys smiles and pats Luke on the back as he holds his hands tightly behind him.

“Before we rush into war we must first gather my allies. the greens do not know yet that we know of King Viserys death, thanks to Mysaria,” the queen nods her head at her mistress of whispers. In return Mysaria gives a small bow. “We have the element of surprise. for now. Mysaria said that Aegon had disappeared and was not yet found when she received word. we must move quickly but with caution. what's our move?” her violet eyes look over to Daemon.

“If we are to go to war we need the Riverlands, your grace,” he tells her.

“Riverlands are closer to Kings Landing. they will shoot whatever raven flies close to the Crownlands,” she discussed.

“there are other houses your grace, Stark, Baratheon, and Arryn are further away from the Crownlands,” Maester Gerardys announced.  “There's never been a Stark to break an oath. And with House Stark, the North will follow.”

“Send us,” Luke says.

Rhaenyra frowns at him, “what do you mean?”