"No, no, don't run away from me!" Lucerys sighed, picking up his pace to catch up with you. He gently took your hand, his grip firm yet comforting.

You had been begging him for days to take you to see your dragon, your eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and desperation. The thought of soaring through the skies on the back of your dragon filled you with an uncontainable joy. Lucerys, always eager to make you happy, finally relented. He saw this as an opportunity not just to fulfill your wish but also to strengthen the bond between you two. He wanted to be a better brother, someone you could always rely on.

As you walked towards where the dragons were kept, the young man couldn't help but smile at your enthusiasm. "Be good, don't go far away. We don't want you to get lost, do we?" he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and concern. He squeezed your tiny hand gently, feeling a swell of affection and responsibility. The sprawling castle grounds could be a labyrinth for someone as small as you, and he was determined to keep you safe.

He looked down at you, your face glowing with anticipation, and felt a surge of pride. He was your protector, your guide, and in this simple act of walking hand in hand, he found a profound sense of purpose.