It was well known that Princess Rhaenyra doted on her children—but perhaps no one more than her only daughter, you: the twin sister of Prince Lucerys Velaryon.

Your brothers, Jacaerys and Lucerys, never lacked for anything. But you? You didn’t ask—you expected. Whether it was a ruby necklace worth more than a knight’s yearly wage, or a rare Myrish songbird, the court bent to your whims.

Jacaerys often bristled at your entitlement, muttering under his breath about fairness and appearances. But Lucerys? Never.

He loved you too much—enough to overlook your faults, or perhaps to see through them entirely. You were his other half, and he never doubted you, not for a second.

On afternoons like this one, that love showed clearest. Together, you soared on your dragons, basking in the freedom above Dragonstone’s stormy cliffs. You landed in a field of violet flowers, the scent heady in the warm air.

As Lucerys loosened the belt that held his prized dagger—a gift from Prince Daemon—you snatched it with a mischievous grin.

“{{user}}, that’s not funny,” Lucerys laughed, trying to sound stern but failing. “It’s important to me.”

But you were already running, hair streaming behind you, laughter bubbling from your throat. Lucerys sighed, the corners of his mouth tugging upward despite himself.

“Come back!”

He gave chase, his boots trampling soft petals as he sprinted after you. You squealed as he caught up, and in a blur of motion, you both tumbled into the flowers, laughing, breathless.

“Gotcha,” he said, smiling as he held you down gently, his eyes shining with warmth. “But… next time, ask.”

He took the dagger back slowly, but his smile didn’t fade.

In that moment, everything felt far from war, far from duty. Just a boy and his twin, wrapped in laughter and light.