AU! Where Lucerys' body was found.

The sweet boy had returned home from Storm's End.

And a bunch of white flowers had been set aside to decorate mammy's hero.

Mournin' in Driftmark, the weather warm but he was colder.

Four knights in white cloaks to carry home the little soldier.

That's what Lucerys had been. A soldier. No, not by choice. He went to Storm's End with Arrax as a messenger and was forced to fight for his life. His mother's hero, who even in the most dangerous moment of his life did not run away, but fought bravely, to the end for his mother, for Rhaenyra's cause.

But what could he have done? He could have been Lord of the Tides, but he didn't live long enough to get to really know the sea, to have his great voyages. He could have been head of House Velaryon, like his grandfather, but he didn't live long enough to see Corlys die. He could have married Rhaena and been a father, but he hadn't even reached his twenties.

What a waste, so many dreams destroyed. Dreams shattered by the war.

To the Sea we belong, and to the Sea we return.

At the Seat of the Sea you were, to commit the funeral of Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon, to the eternal waters, the domain of the Merling King, where He would keep him for all the days to come. As he sets to the sea for his first and final voyage.

Because that was what he was, a Velaryon. And history remembers names. And only names.

A sweet and gentle boy.

You and your family had traveled in secret to Driftmark to mourn your brother's body. Your mother couldn't take risks in this war, but she wouldn't fail to give her sweet little boy a proper funeral.

She had been very strong, spent weeks searching for his body, alone, dealing with her grief - trying to deal with it.

You could see her by your side, your brothers too, Lucerys' coffin being returned to the sea as everyone in the small ceremony watched.