Lucerys didn't like bullies ― in fact, when the prince was still very young, barely tall enough to even reach the Painted Table, he had selflessly driven a dagger through his uncle's eye, just because the boy had made fun of his cousins, and then even attacked his older brother. So, again, Lucerys practically hated bullies with a burning passion...

"They don't like me" was what you had told him one night. And it had been such a foreign concept to the young prince. Because how would anyone not like you. You were... everything to him. A person he cherished deeply, someone he respected and liked. Because you were... you. And Luke liked you. He'd held you that day, quietly assuring that everyone would come around eventually. It was the Queen's decision, after all, to have you marry her younger son.

What he didn't think, though, was that his people could become so cruel to outsiders. Because, yes, you weren't a dragon, and a lot of people seemed to have very strong opinions about just that.

It only really clicked, though, when he found you crying in the library. You were clutching a broken object between trembling fingers, and Lucery's heart broke for you.

Oh how you must be missing your home...