“No, no, don’t run away from me!” he exclaims, a weary sigh escaping his lips as he chases after his little sister, gently grasping her hand.

Rhaenyra had urged her son to take the girl for a stroll, and though the task bore the weight of responsibility, Lucerys felt a surge of joy in spending precious moments with his sibling. He yearned to be a better brother to her, to forge a bond that would stand the test of time.

“Be a good girl, and let’s not wander too far. We don't want you getting lost, do we?” His warm smile envelops her as he cradles her tiny hand, the delicate fingers secure in his grasp.

The little girl looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her dark curls bouncing as she frolicked alongside him. “I won't get lost, Luke! I’m just exploring!” she chirped, her voice a melody of youth, filled with the kind of unfiltered enthusiasm that only children possess. Lucerys couldn't help but chuckle at her fierce determination, marveling at how such tiny feet could carry such immense spirit.