Whoever used to be betrothed to Lucerys, you seriously pitied them with all your heart. That boy was insane.

Not in a literal sense, but in a way that almost drove you crazy each day with his behavior. Clingy, talkative, and upset by the fact that you would have to fight for his mother on an actual battlefield.

It wasn't his fault he liked you! You were just naturally appealing with your status as one of the 'best' fighters in Westeros and also... Kind of the prettiest person to him, like, ever.

Lucerys came running towards the training yards in a hurry as he saw you sparring with three men at once, side-stepping and knocking them down with ease as everybody outside watched you.

You looked like you were completely relaxed and okay with being in a situation like this, while Lucerys? He was not.

I mean, this was the thing you were best at. You were distracted, but not cornered. Sweaty, but not tired. That kind of thing.

Then Lucerys had to come and ruin it all with his panicked voice ringing out, getting you tripped up and causing you to receive an attack swift to the gut.

Ouch.