The war had taken a toll on both sides. There was no victory to celebrate, not when everyone had lost so much. And for what? A bloody throne, what else? With a resigned sigh, {{user}} had marched towards the courtyard, where their cousin, lady Baela, had asked to meet them. Yet another headache for the new ruler of Westeros, whom some said was more volatile than Rhaenyra and Aegon combined.

Lucerys Velaryon, all of seven and ten years, had stood nervously as he heard his older sibling's confident steps. The courtiers knelt to the queen {{user}} out of respect and before Lucerys knew it, the hood was lifted off of his head.

"Big sister..." Lucerys murmured softly, feeling safe for the first time during his disappearance, tears filling his eyes as he looked upon his sister.