Posts by LUCERYS TARGARYEN

Lady Mallister was one of the many newly titled Lords and Ladies of the realm. Lucerys didn't know her particularly well, nor did he care to, given the vast number of lords and ladies and his own preoccupation with Dorne and his Wardenship of the South. "Lady Mallister. Lady Tully." The Lord of Dragonstone greeted the pair as he approached, as was the proper fashion, pulling himself into his own seat.

Lucerys hadn't seen ShadowClan in quite some time, having been too preoccupied with his own restoration of Dragonstone and his upcoming expedition into Dorne that he had neglected his ambassadorship duties. That would have to be remedied later - at some point. "Xia," he greeted the girl, approaching after Lady Tully and Lady Mallister. "So good to see you again."

His father had asked him to organise the tasks and duties of the week and so Lucerys had left the Red Keep for a square in the city, finding himself standing under the statue of his grandmother, the High Queen Eurydice Targaryen. The statue had been sculpted in her honour by her cousin, Kenshi Flameseeker, a former Warden. It was a spot Lucerys enjoyed frequenting from time to time. "If you're interested in taking a weekly task, step forward."

Turning to face the young Darling girl, Lucerys quickly procured an appropriate task for her. "I've heard rumours that the BloodClan leader is pregnant." Whoever the father was, Lucerys had no idea - based on the lascivious manner with which Barbara had carried herself when he last visited BloodClan, somehow he doubted that she knew either. "Will you bring her some flowers and chocolates to congratulate her on her expecting? Pass along to her my regards as well while you're there."

Another time Lucerys might have been made curious by Jaelynn's sudden appearance but in this moment Alfeynnah dominated his attention. Quick to notice the faint signs of her quiet apprehension, the paler dragon did not comment, instead continuing to watch her intently as her words left her. "The idea is very appealing to me," he admitted carefully. Alfeynnah was a beautiful young creature - perhaps not by traditional standards but she was certainly striking in his eyes. Physical appearance aside, she had a very promising future in Westeros - standing out as Tsubodai's most accomplished and perhaps most favoured daughter. Professionally she was a titled Lady and Warden of the East - an equal to his own rank and holdings.

Together they would certainly form a very powerful union - Tsubodai's most influential and powerful children, each holding claims to a Wardenship and lands. "Shall we consider ourselves betrothed - until we have more time to discuss and get our affairs in order." In his first marriage, he had married for love and passion, and although there were more than underlying tones of a political motivation in her proposal Lucerys found himself looking forward to the match.

Looking at Alfeynnah out of the corner of his eyes as she approached to take a seat beside him, Lucerys' mouth curved into a small smile, pleased by her presence. Aside from the twitching of his mouth however, he did little else to indicate that he had registered her presence as Tsubodai soon began speaking again, requiring silence.

Kinleigh's resignation was slightly disappointing, but he hadn't gotten to know the Stark female very well before her disappearance anyhow. The shout-outs didn't hold his attention for very long, but the promotions were of more interest. Although he said nothing aloud, Lucerys nodded once to acknowledge the females' new elevation.

"There is nothing of particular note in ShadowClan," Lucerys reported. He hadn't physically visited ShadowClan in a few weeks but he kept tabs on the on-goings of the fierce anti-clan. "Their rivalry with RiverClan certainly hasn't died down though."

It had been some time since he had last visited ShadowClan and Lucerys was somewhat regretful for that fact. But in truth, the Warden of the South had become preoccupied with his restoration of Dragonstone and his assignment in Dorne - to bring the kingdom back into the fold. Then there was the matter of his personal life but because his engagement was still in the early stages and talks, Lucerys would restrain himself. Arriving at the ShadowClan border, his wings folding around his form, the dragon set down another basket of flowers - this one mainly comprised of blue winter roses, roses he had borrowed from the north.

"Of course I do not mind," Lucerys assured her, shaking his head slowly as he watched Queenie approach on her own horse. "I'm very pleased by any interest shown in this expedition." He didn't imagine that there was much of Dorne left, not by way of active leadership in House Martell at least, and so there was very little chance of danger. This was essential because admittedly the Warden didn't have a very high opinion of Queenie, at least by a martial standpoint. She was perhaps not a Lady by title, but she seemed to fill the traditional expectations of a noblewoman very well. He couldn't visualise her holding a sword in her hands. The journey would be safe.

"Of course," he added in regards to Lykos' remark as the young Stark male approached. His pale eyes then shifted onto Shiremun and Alexus - the former of whom he did not recognise. However he certainly recognised the fashion of the boy's hair - Dothraki. Shiremun looked too young to have won any battles, but the complexity of Dothraki traditions were lost on Lucerys and he didn't think much deeper on the matter. He certainly resembled Tsubodai though, in terms of dark colouring, and Lucerys knew almost immediately that this was another one of Tsubodai's brood. A full brother of Alfeynnah perhaps? She had Dothraki origins as well. "I don't know your name, lad," Lucerys remarked not unkindly, simply curious. "How old are you?"

His questions asked, he turned to acknowledge Alexus then - a pretty little thing, certainly far easier on his eyes than Strider Lannister ever was. "It's a pleasure to have you accompanying us, my lady." It was a formality for she was not a titled Lady, but perhaps she could stand to be granted the Rock one day in the near future. "We'll wait around a little longer for any stragglers before we head off."

His mother had had a taste for sweets as well, but Lucerys couldn't even recall seeing Sweetophelia as cheerful as Queenie was now. He had spent his childhood with his mother and that time had been spent in the company of his father as well. Sweetophelia had loved Tsubodai but his constant womanising had strained their relationship and embittered her. Now she had her own life in BlizzardClan with more, new children, children fathered by an animal Lucerys had never met. He didn't often visit his mother - she seemed reluctant to associate with him given his father's new fame and his previous standing in the End Game but Lucerys communicated more regularly with her over letter.

Somewhat gloomy now by the reminder of his mother, the Lord of Dragonstone approached, his pale grey eyes moving from Queenie to the others - two of whom he did not recognise, one of whom he only vaguely knew of, and the other one of his many half-sisters. "Did you bake these yourself?"

Snappingbones. What a cheerful name. Already Lucerys was wondering whether the smaller male had selected the name for himself or had simply been burdened with grim parents. Approaching after the Lady Bolton, he remained beside her, his pale grey eyes settling on the newest member of Westeros. "Lucerys Targaryen, Lord of Dragonstone and Warden of the South. Welcome to the Seven Kingdoms - six at the moment." But that would be remedied in short time.

Passing by in the halls, Lucerys paused when he noticed the small gathering around Ren. But perhaps "gathering" wasn't a very accurate word to describe what he saw - two hardly made a "group", much less a "gathering". "What brought this on?" He had certainly never heard of potions bringing on something as overt as shapeshifting but then again Lucerys didn't go around drinking random potions.

The dares uttered thus far seemed to be rather childish in nature and entirely un-scandalous. If it wasn't for the fact that Alfeynnah was currently sitting with the group herself, Lucerys likely would have carried on to focus on whatever business it was that was currently occupying his time. His mouth set in its usual flat line, the dark lion strode over to join the rest of the players, sitting beside his betrothed and nodding once to indicate that he too would be joining the game.

One of the spawn of Kate and George was now converting to the Westerosi tradition. How pleasing. Lucerys had never paid much mind to Leopold before but this was certainly a satisfying moment. The kid was better off with the Starks anyhow - his father was a rapist and slaver. There was little else that was worst in the world. In Westeros Leopold could be safe and happy with animals who loved him like Queenie. "Congratulations," Lucerys remarked, approaching and taking a seat beside Alfeynnah.

Seeing one of his younger half-siblings stepping forward to request a weekly task, Lucerys nodded in turn. He didn't know Amethyst well but she seemed decent - his way of putting it kindly. "You still reside on Dragonstone, yes?" Most of Tsubodai's children, the ones who had retained the Targaryen name, moved between the Red Keep and the Targaryen ancestral seat at Dragonstone. "I haven't had the chance to water the roses in the garden lately. Will you go and do that? The island's been unusually dry for the past few days - feel free to take some of the roses for yourself if you wish."

"Father," Lucerys approached on steady dark paws, his pale eyes flittering over the posted guards in a vague manner before falling on the monarch. "I haven't supposed you've heard the news of my recent engagement?" Alfeynnah would be coming along soon as well - they could discuss it in more detail then. Although of course there was a quiet part of the Warden that suspected that their father might have put Alfeynnah up to the task of proposing the idea of marriage to him in the first place.

The last time Lucerys had attended a blind dating event, it had been BloodClan's and admittedly the dragon had lost interest rather quickly. He was a busy individual, expected to care for the animals in his holdings and guard over the South as Warden, and on top of it all his partner had been very young, a child even. They hadn't had much in common.

Following the instructions on his invitation, Lucerys arrived on the scene shortly after Barbara, pausing slightly when he saw the BloodClan Queen already seated. Shifting into his lion form, which still dwarfed her by considerable comparison, the Lord of Dragonstone settled down onto the opposite end of the picnic basket. He selected a bottle of wine for himself, uncorking it and pouring himself a drink. He didn't bother to offer Barbara a drink.

"Enjoying your lemonade?" he wondered dryly, sipping from his own glass of dark red. So the rumours were true. "Did you receive the flowers and chocolates I had sent to you?" Josephine was a sweet girl, he was sure Barbara would take a liking to her - she seemed to take a "liking" towards most everyone.

Jaelynn, Alfeynnah, and Axel had all arrived in rather quick succession after one another, prompting Lucerys to think quickly to himself of possible tasks. "Jaelynn will you read some traditional stories to the children? Perhaps the story of the Grey King or perhaps the adventures of Ser Duncan the Tall and Egg?" He wondered if she was good with children - she didn't look that way. "Alfeynnah, in an AU, will you give horse riding lessons?" Pausing once more for a moment, he soon added, "And Axel why don't you spar with some of the other children in an AU? Use sparring swords." He seemed too young for serious steel.

Lucerys didn't recognise Caspian, presuming that he was one of the younger, newer members of the realm. "Go clean around the throne room, especially the floors. Feel free to enlist others to help you out too." It was important that the king's seat of power remained looking impeccable.

Lykos was older, an animal whom Lucerys knew had some degree of martial training. "There are constant reports of thievery throughout the King's Road - lead a patrol through the course and see if you can't help to alleviate that problem."

"Leopold." The younger Stark, the former spawn of the rapist George and his wife, Kate, had approached him, looking timid. "There are sea shells along the shores of King's Landing - collect the prettiest ones and present them to the ladies of our realm as a gift." He paused amending, "If any men would also take a fancy to them, then by all means give them to them as well."

A BloodClanner, and not one whom he recognised. His pale wings extended from his body as he glided towards the smaller animal, the Lord of Dragonstone promptly landed on the earth, his clawed feet digging into the soil as his wings folded themselves at his side. Glancing briefly to Jaelynn who had beat him to the scene by seconds, Lucerys turned his pale gaze onto the foreigner.

"Lucerys Targaryen," he introduced himself civilly. "And how fares your leader?" he added in addition to Jaelynn's inquiry. Idly, the Warden wondered after whether or not Barbara had already given birth to her expecting litter.