"Promise me?"

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Lucerys folds another one of {{user}}’s outfits neatly, before placing it in a small case of clothing. Rhaenyra had finally decided it be better to send {{user}} away with Joffery before the war. Ensuring that her family might survive the war. Of course, Lucerys had agreed with the idea after some time, but his face always showed his displeasure and distress. {{user}} was leaving, and he might never see them again. “You will write when you can, swear it to me.” He finally interrupted the silence that had filled the chambers, he stands and watches {{user}}, letting the clothing items fall onto the bed. He inhales sharply as he rubs his nose.