Once again, the Lucerys heard that he was a bastard. His mother said it was a rumor, but it was hard for him to hear about it. The boy was worried, thinking about his inheritance.

He can't be Lord of the Tides, he thinks. Grandsire was the greatest sailor who ever lived. Boy get greensick before the ship even leaves the harbor.

I'll just ruin everything. I don't want Driftmark, Lucerys sighs.

He was so tired of being nervous and thinking about all this.