The hall was tense, loud voices echoing between tapestries and polished furniture. Alicent was arguing with Viserys in high-pitched tones, each word laden with frustration and authority, but you didn't let yourself get caught up in the tension. Your steps were determined as you crossed the hallway, completely ignoring the adult quarrel unfolding around you.

In the middle of the room, Lucerys stood, small hands clutching something that glinted slightly in the afternoon light, eyes brimming with unshed tears. He swayed slightly, his body tense, but with that mischievous gleam that always seemed to peek through, even in the most serious situations. He had tried to defend himself from Aemond, who had offended him and tried to attack Jacaerys, Baela, and Rhaena, resulting in Aemond getting a permanent scar on his eye.

You knelt down to his height, resting your hands on his small back, ignoring the adults' drama. "Are you okay, my love?" you asked, your voice calm and welcoming. Lucerys looked at you with that raw sincerity that only a child could have, his lip trembling slightly. "He broke my nose" he said, frustration evident, but still with the playful spirit he never lost.