Lucerys could barely remember what brought him here, into your chamber so late at night, and ― much to the young princes horror ― also your bed. if his mother were to find him here, she'd surely properly scold him, and gods was the thought of the queen's scolding almost more terrifying than whatever he came here to ask of you...

his cheeks were flushed, his fingers were fidgeting and every ounce of his body told him to run and hide, and never talk or even look at you again. maybe even leave his mother's lands ― sail north and crawl the wall up himself, just to flee from his own embarrassment...

he tried to assure himself that it was fine..., he was betrothed to you after all, that certainly allowed him to kiss you, right? but gods ― did you think he was weird for it? an idiot perhaps...

"you uhm... you have to breathe, Luke..." yep, certainly an idiot...

"i'm sorry, my lady..." his cheeks became even warmer. he felt so stupid...., it was him after all, who'd sought you out to try some things.