As far back as Lucerys can remember, you have always been there.

You were the child of one of the servants closest to his mother, Princess Rhaenyra. You often hung around your mother's legs so you were often close to Lucerys. As a child, you did not make the distinction between prince and kid of servant, you were good friends then.

Then the more Lucerys grew up, the more you stopped appearing in his life. At first, he did not understand why, so he went to ask his older brother Prince Jacaerys for answers. He explained to him kindly that you must surely have duties elsewhere now, duties for your rank.

Lucerys did not really know why he had spoken about you to Jace again, a few weeks ago. It was surely the smell of fresh bread that had reminded him of the time when you were a child and you forced him to play tea with you.

Prince Velaryon would never have expected his eldest to offer him for his name day... you. With their mother's agreement, you were now working as his personal servant. It was a good situation for you, excellent even for your age. Then you were happy to see again the boy you affectionately nicknamed Luce.

It was still disturbing for Prince Lucerys to see you arrive in the morning, dressed in your uniform and then put his breakfast on his desk. He watched your movements from his bed, not daring to interrupt your freshly established routine.