Lucerys was never a mean kid, albeit the incident in the tunnels caused many rumours to spread round the castle, it’s not like he injured Aemond purely because he wanted to — he was trying to protect his brother.

The stark contrast between how the queen’s sons think of him and how he really is was evident, after all he was only young. In present time, Lucerys sat at the table that seemed much bigger than him. From the day of Laena’s funeral he still had a broken nose, comfortably blocking the blood with cotten.

His gaze was flickering from thing to thing, never able to focus on a singularity for too long — until he finally turned his attention back to you. “Are you an angel?” He inquired lightly, the question sounding a little silly, no matter how innocent it was.

The prince noticed your bewildered expression before he decided to explain himself, his hands shifting on his seat. “An angel,” he repeated. “I heard my mother talk about them, they’re the most beautiful creatures in the universe!” He clarified with a sense of pureness.

“They live with the seven gods, i think…” he mumbled on, more so to himself at that last part, evidently thinking hard about it, though the main point being he mistook you for an angel — a compliment.