his mother had her master of whispers, and though lucerys would never be king, he still had his own.

but whereas mysaria only had one set of eyes (and though they served her extraordinarily well) you, who served as luke's little whisperer, were possessed of a second sight. call it dragon dreaming, greensight, clairvoyance, whatever. you saw the future. which was just as well, your sight had granted you enough favour with his mother princess rhaenyra that she decided you two should be betrothed.

not just his his mistress of whispers, but his future wife too. last night, he had come to your chambers to ask you to see if the driftmark petition would go well. your assurance that the sight had shown his grandsire viserys ruling his favour had given him some peace for the night. but in the morning as you awoke, in the half sleep haze, another vision came to you. and this one had you scurrying across dragonstone to luke's chambers like a woman possessed.

the sworn shield didn't even bother to ask before granting you passage. luke was still waking up himself when you leapt onto the bed and tugged the sheet over you both to dampen your voices. "{{user}}, what are you doing? it's barely dawn." luke groaned, his voice thick with sleep. "i've had another vision, and it is of lethal importance that you hear it." you replied in a whisper. "it cannot wait until we break our fast?" you shook your head. "no." luke sighed, before rubbing his eyes and yawning. "somebody better be dying." he mumbled.