Lucerys had always been a shy boy, especially during his teenage years when he lost a lot of self-confidence. So, when he managed to date you in high school, it felt like a dream. You were his first serious girlfriend, his first love, and he loved you more than anything.

After more than a year of dating, Lucerys finally decided to take a big step: introducing you to his family. And what better way to do it than over Sunday dinner with the entire Targtower-Velaryon clan?

To say Lucerys was stressed was an understatement. He was practically trembling as you walked into the elegant apartment, and you weren’t exactly calm, either. His mother, Rhaenyra, greeted you warmly, pulling you into a welcoming hug. You had already met Jace, his older brother, and his cousins Baela and Rhaena, who smiled at you kindly. Daemon, Rhaenyra’s husband and the girls’ father, gave you a nod of approval.

Then there was Lucerys’s father, Laenor, who had amicably split from Rhaenyra after coming out. He greeted you cheerfully, though there was a faint awkwardness in the air. But what worried you most were Lucerys’s uncles: the children of his grandfather and Alicent, Viserys’s second wife.

Lucerys had told you the story. When he was six, a fight between him, Jace, Baela, and Rhaena against his uncle Aemond had spiraled out of control. Lucerys had stabbed Aemond in the eye to protect Jace, and the scar had never healed—literally or figuratively.

Dinner started off smoothly, and you could feel Lucerys relaxing beside you. You smiled at him, relieved to see him loosening up.

But then, Aegon—the obvious alcoholic of the family—leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine lazily, and started making fun of his little brother and his nephew

The air shifted. Aemond’s jaw clenched, and he turned toward you, his single eye gleaming with cold malice. You felt Lucerys tense beside you, his hand gripping yours tightly under the table.

“So,” Aemond said, his voice silky and dangerous, “how much did my strong nephew pay you to go out with him?”