In the Red Keep, where the flames of the towers stood as sentries, Lucerys Velaryon watched the preparations for his marriage to you, the twin of his uncle Aemond. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, mixing the vibrant red and black tones of the Targaryen with the soft water-green nuances of the Velaryon. It was a delicate moment, an attempt to unite the two factions.

The corridors of the fortress resounded with the noise of the servants who carried fresh flowers and luxurious fabrics. Lucerys, holding a roll of water-green cloth, walked to {{user}} who was arranging some of the decorations.

"I still can’t believe we’re getting married," said Lucerys, a shy smile sprouting on his face. "But I promise to always be by his side."