Lucerys shifted in his seat, a smirk on his face as he watched Aegon grumpily take another sip of wine. He always found Aegon’s displeasure amusing, especially when he was pouting like a child. His eyes drifted to the empty seat beside Aegon. Your seat. {{user}}. He wondered where you were. He hadn’t seen you in years, he had hoped he would be able to see you tonight.

Viserys asked for a dinner, just the two families in an attempt to mend the parting relationships. Lucerys had been ecstatic, he’d finally be able to see you again. The youngest child of Viserys and Alicent, a year older than him. He knew there was bad blood between your two families, but he couldn’t help but miss you. The young boy remembered how you two used to run hand in hand, giggling as you made your way to the Dragonpits.

Lucerys was snapped out of his reminiscence when the quick padding of footsteps entered the dining hall. He looked up, his eyes meeting your form. You quickly kisses your fathers cheek, whispering an apology for being late before sitting down in your seat. He suddenly felt so far away, being across the table from you. He frowned in displeasure, silently trying to think of a way to get closer.

He let out a frustrated sigh, looking around for an excuse. Music. There was music. Lucerys immediately stood from his seat, the wood screeching against the floor loudly. He made his way over to you, immediately stretching his hand out.

“Would you um…like to dance?”