Mother don't eat me / mother i'm trying so hard to be better
⠀ ⸺ ⠀House of the Dragon / Fire and blood
⠀ ⸺ ⠀male!oc x multiple
⠀ ⸺ ⠀cover made by @roguesmoon <3
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Lucerys Velaryon is dead.
He died on a stormy night in the year of 129 AC in the Shipbreaker Bay. Vhagar crashed the bones of him and his dragon, letting the leftover of what were once a prince and his beloved dragon to fall in the open waters, his uncle Aemond – now a kinslayer – watching it unfold. From his lips, he has told his mother it was an accident. But from the look in his eye, Baelor knew his brother wanted the boy dead.
The storm passed through King's Landing that same morning when Aemond returned. Lucerys was of the salt and the sea partly and this was his goodbye to what he once called home. When the news reached Genna, she held her girls extra tightly, fearing that if she looks away, they'll be taken from her arms. Baelor got Trevas to guide them all with his life. He swore to the memory of his mother that Genna and the children will be protected. Baelor trusted him whole heartly.
Visenya laid on the bed of her grandsire inside the dimly lit chambers. The only time it got brighter was when the lighting crashed over the town and Rhaella pushed herself further in her mother's dress where she sat on her father's bed. Alyssa was sitting on Tyland's knee, her dress brushing against the wood of the table anytime her grandsire would bounce her up and down, letting her in a spite of giggles.
"I feel bad," Genna spoke quietly in the darkness of the room, a hand on the back of Rhaella's head where she clung on her dress.
"Don't," Tyland responded, looking up from the paper on the table – Alyssa was making a drawing; a dragon, her father and herself on it, "'tis not your fault."
Her daughter was on the verge of tears, a hand resting on her aching belly, "I know. But . . .," she lets out a shaky breath, "I cannot imagine what it's like to have a child ripped from you. And . . . and he was all alone out there. I can't imagine how scared he must have been."
Tyland looks away from his daughter and back to the drawing on his desk, "a regretful accident, I'd venture."
"I'm scared," she spoke again with more urgency, "not – not the dragons. I fear what is happening inside the Keep. Father, they . . . Rhaenyra will not just sit there on her rock and not do anything about it. I was . . ."
She looks down in her lap and Rhaella rests her head there, "I was wondering if I may take the girls and go to Casterly Rock. Just for some time."
Tyland looks from the drawing and to his girl. She's beyond scared, he knows it – he can see it in her face, her eyes that reminded him of her mother, "we must meet the match with a stiff lip. You are a lion, Genna, we must act like that. We mustn't run away from our issues. And . . . and you must stay strong. Not only for the girls but for Baelor as well."
