Lucerys was puking into a bucket, his sea sickness causing your twin brother to be pale in the face. You rubbed his back, moving your gown away so puke couldn’t splash onto the silk material.

“What kind of Velaryon gets seasick?”

Your brother weakly mumbled out, pulling away as he wiped his mouth, leaning into your touch like a sick puppy; you couldn’t help but note how he still shook like he was gonna puke again.