The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and brine at Driftmark, your eyes locked on the ship that had just returned to harbor. The Velaryon sigil fluttered on its sails. It had been months since Lucerys had sailed away, his spirit as untamable as the sea itself. Now, at eighteen, he had become a man of the sea, weathered and hardened by his voyages, yet still holding that spark of warmth you had always known.

As you approached the gangplank, you could hear the hustle of the crew unloading crates and barrels. You climbed aboard, the deck beneath your feet feeling foreign yet familiar. Your steps took you toward the captain's cabin, now belonging to Lucerys.

The cabin was dimly lit, the shutters closed against the harsh afternoon sun. Maps and charts were strewn across the table, and the smell of old parchment mingled with the faint tang of salt. Lucerys, stood by the far wall, his back to you, his voice raised in anger.

“You were supposed to guard it!” Lucerys’ voice, deeper now than you remembered, was filled with a fury you rarely heard from him. He turned sharply, his dark curls falling into his eyes as he glared at the young sailor before him, who cowered under the weight of his captain’s wrath. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Those crystals were a gift for the Queen! And now they’re gone because of your carelessness!”

The sailor, barely older than a boy, stammered out an apology, his eyes wide with fear. “I—I’m sorry, my Prince. I swear, I didn’t mean to lose them. They must have been stolen while we were in Braavos. It won't happen again.”

Lucerys didn’t reply immediately, his jaw clenched as he struggled to rein in his temper. “Next time this happens I will have you thrown into the water and get eaten by sharks.”

Of course, that slight Daemon attitude he got from his step-father didn't got lost.