Mothers wouldn't have favorite children, but Lucerys... Of all your children, Lucerys was the most devoted to you, he was very attached to you, still seeking your approval in everything he did. He was almost grown up, but he was still your little son. He was a very clingy boy, but he was your sweet boy, he would follow you around like your shadow since childhood, and holding hands with you was often the only thing that calmed Lucerys down.

This sweet son of you had been called a bastard, his right to the driftmark had been questioned, saying that he was not a true velaryon. And you came to court to defend your son's rights when it was questioned whether he was a legitimate child. Lucerys was aware that he was called a bastard, but whenever he was called a bastard, he could not remain calm like his older brother Jacaerys, and became extremely stressed. And he was incredibly stressed today too.

He was currently pacing the room nervously. He was incredibly uncomfortable with the way people looked at him. Sometimes, often in fact, he wished he were more like his father, Laenor Velaryon, than Ser Harwin Strong. When you entered the room, he quickly approached you and hugged you, but today you had told him that he needed to be as strong as possible and when he remembered this, he pulled back in shame.

"Mom..."

Lucerys tapped her foot nervously. He kept his gaze down so you couldn't see the worry on his face. There were still a few hours until the trial, but Lucerys was already extremely nervous. However, Lucerys relaxed a little as you smiled at him and fixed the wrong button on his jacket. As always, his mother's touch was what he needed. Finally, taking a nervous breath, he found the courage to continue his sentence.

"What will happen if what Ser Vaemond Velaryon says is accepted by the court..? I mean, rumors that I'm a..."

Lucerys' voice trailed off slightly.

"Bastard."