Posts by LUCERYS TARGARYEN

Lucerys remained silent, absorbing the information with gleaming grey eyes. ColouredClan was no ally of Westeros, merely a neutral, and they seemed largely irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. As for the Rift, they were an ally but their influence had been fading rapidly in the past several months. If the Rift were to start demonstrating reliability issues, it seemed that the cons of the alliance were now beginning to outweigh the pros.

It had been a little over a week since his last visit to ShadowClan. He could not recall ever visiting ShadowClan territory during his first residency in Westeros roughly a year ago, but the Targaryen had already visited ShadowClan twice since he had returned to Westeros with his father's ascension to the Iron Throne. This would be his third visit, and like the time he had visited ShadowClan to introduce himself as their new ambassador, the dragon came bearing gifts. This time however, weapons had replaced the delicate flowers - steel swords, blunt shields, and wooden bows. It seemed appropriate, given ShadowClan's affinity for war and the on-going war contest targeting the Cartel and their dirty ring of sexual enslavement. Setting down his burden, the newly named Lord of Dragonstone waited to be found in stoic silence.

Bastards weren't uncommon in Westeros. Hell, even Lucerys was technically a bastard but that was distinction was largely irrelevant given the fact that he was the son to the current High King of Westeros and the BlizzardClan leader, a son to two true Targaryens - although his true parentage wasn't very publicly disclosed. His twin brother was another former High King and before him stretched a long and proud lineage of Targaryen monarchs. Lucerys didn't keep himself afloat solely on his relations to powerful people however, and although he had always been content to follow his elder brother Jaehaerys and now his father's will, Lucerys worked his way up to his knight ship by his own merits before, and even after he had left the position behind for a new life outside, had returned to Westeros and was eventually titled Lord of Dragonstone. His holdings were reserved to one stronghold thus far but nevertheless he was proud - Dragonstone was the ancestral seat of house Targaryen, the island from which Aegon the Conqueror had launched his conquest of Westeros from.

He had seen Ren hovering around the dark hallways of Dragonstone before, but given his father's fondness for whoring, hadn't given much particular thought to the younger Targaryen. His father had a whole fleet of bastards in Westeros and beyond, and throughout his life he had only found himself acquainted with a handful. It was more than likely - a simple fact of life - that he would never meet all of his relations, and frankly Lucerys wasn't too bothered. Although he was loyal to house Targaryen above the Iron Throne itself, he was beginning to find that he could not trust all of his half-siblings unreservedly.

Watching Ren and Kloun through pale grey eyes - eyes inherited from his paternal and maternal grandmother, the former High Queen Eurydice Targaryen - the fair-haired lord ambled over to join them, his dark cloak trailing after his steps. "Your first time in court?" he glanced to the child idly. His eyes shifted towards Kloun, vaguely wondering after the whereabouts of his half-sisters, particularly of Rhaenys.

"My sister." Lucerys greeted the new Lady of Snakewood almost immediately, suddenly touching down from the sky and shifting into his lion form as his feet touched the dark earth. He had been present at the meeting in the Red Keep when Tsubodai had titled his first lords and ladies, watching as Alfeynnah was given Snakewood. Taking more holdings was always a strong move, but Lucerys could not help but wonder why Alfeynnah had been given a holding in the Vale whereas he had been titled Lord of Dragonstone itself. He held some small degree of affection for his half-sister - familial and otherwise - but nevertheless he was finding himself suddenly precarious in his new rank with paranoid, fleeting suspicions that his half-siblings would soon be aiming to shove him to the sidelines. Whether or not he was correct in his new sense of reservation, the lion nevertheless sought to keep up good relations with his family. The royal house would always be envied and their underlings would seek to undermine them - infighting was not a possibility he sought to invite. "How do you like Snakewood thus far?" She had seemed pleased by her reward, given the fact that it was former lords were of House Lynderly, but he imagined that her appetite - nor that of any other lord and lady - would be very sated for long.

"Of course," Lucerys nodded with little concern. "We'll be careful not to violate your curfew," he assured her, a slight tease in his remark. Lucerys, who had never been a very easy-going or friendly animal by nature, was testing her, gauging her reactions through steady, half-lidded grey eyes.

The Lord of Dragonstone might have even offered to escort her home; but that seemed too forward, even if the offer would be largely extended for the sake of satisfying his own curiosity. Moving ahead as Xia encouraged him to take the lad, he cast a brief glance over his shoulders at the other two Westerosi - the Darling and the Stark. They were free to tag along should they wish, but Lucerys wasn't going to encourage them aloud.

OOC | would you like for me to make a new, open thread for them in king's landing?

Lucerys wasn't going into the blind date with very high expectations. At best, he would meet someone interesting and form some sort of understanding that might prove politically useful later on - but that seemed unlikely. But at worst, he would only suffer a boring night. At least the BloodClanners had supplied food, although Lucerys was disappointed when he found that it was only cookies. Holding back a sigh, the dark lion took a seat on the picnic blanket, his tail swaying impatiently.

Yes, George was special - he was special in the head. Amused by the rapist's plight, Lucerys pressed on with the attack, ignoring his feeble weight as he pushed off his limb. When George attempted to jump off of his back however - like a vapid child on a trampoline - Lucerys merely sidestepped, hoping that he would be treated to the sight of George falling on his face. And while the head of the whoring division went for Varick's neck, Lucerys would do the same, his white teeth flashing as he sought to sink his teeth around George's scrawny neck with the hope of shaking him around like an old ragdoll.

@king george iii

Lucerys turned, satisfied with Lykos and Alfeynnah's affirmations to the terms laid out - although the female Stark had yet to voice her feelings - to face Remus as the knight approached. "You're more welcomed to join us," he confirmed with little self-conflict. "Join whichever side you'd like - or don't." Remus could act as a wildcard between the sides if he wished or whatever pleased him - it was of little concern to the Lord of Dragonstone.

His mouth remaining unchanged from the stern line it was, Lucerys' hard gaze flickered towards the others as they approached, looking over Remus without a second thought and lingering for a moment on Alfeynnah. He didn't openly return her smile, but nevertheless there was a certain meaningfulness in his familiar gaze. His lean arms folding across his armour cladded chest, the Lord of Dragonstone redirected his attention on the child, who was so proud to proclaim that he was a Targaryen - just like the many countless bastards their father had sired off nameless, common mothers.

"Yes, I suppose it can all feel overwhelming at first," the older man remarked, although he didn't feel much sympathy for Ren. There had been no one to shelter he or his brother from the prejudices of the Lannister king they had first landed in Westeros, and they had done well for themselves for the time. "Have you visited the Sept of Baelor?" Lucerys didn't look pious, and truly he wasn't particularly, but the young Lord was a follower of the Faith of the Seven and he made regular use of the sept, sometimes with religion in mind but mostly to visit the remains of his twin brother, still unavenged for his assassination.

His brow remaining low, he glanced towards the younger girl as she approached. She didn't look very Targaryen. "Good morning," he returned the greeting courteously. "I don't believe I know you."

The Lord of Dragonstone followed after his half-sister - one of many it seemed - keeping a respectable distance between them as he diverted his attention to Ezio, his head inclined in a expectant manner. Lucerys didn't have many words to offer to the stranger, not until he learnt of his purpose in coming to Westeros at least. The Brotherhood was too obscure for him to recognise by scent alone.

disguy: @ KatB who do you think i was talking to in the first place

disguy: @ renyen you already sound boring

Lucerys had grown up in Tsubodai's ice castle to the north of the wall with his own twin brother, but unlike Mara and her sister, he had grown up with an involved mother as well. His father sat on the Iron Throne now, as had his twin brother but now Jaehaerys was laid, put to rest under the Sept of Baelor, and his mother ruled BlizzardClan, evidently disinterested in reaching out to him outside of closed doors. He had grown up, isolated from his half-siblings until his independence, given the fact that Sweetophelia had always firmly disapproved of Tsubodai's dalliances, with common whores or otherwise. In an idle way, he was proud, finding a certain distinction between himself and his half-sisters for the fact that he was a full Targaryen with a Targaryen mother and a Targaryen father, both of whom were rulers in their own right.

Nevertheless he treated his newer half-siblings with a respectable degree of decorum, even as he only found himself endeared to Alfeynnah and missing Malaella and Khashi in his nights alone on Dragonstone. Seeing two dragons, his suspicions immediately arose. His father did like to get around - nine-out-of-ten times if he came across a dragon or a lion, they were one of Tsubodai's brood. "Lord Lucerys Targaryen of Dragonstone," the pale grey dragon introduced himself politely, offering the pair a vague nod. If they had been raised properly by Tsubodai, they would understand to introduce themselves in turn.

disguy: @ renyen how charming; you've already proven me correct

A figurative brow lifted. "An assassin," the Lord of Dragonstone echoed, more amused than anything else. "I thought the whole point of hiring assassins was to keep yours and their involvement a secret and to draw less suspicion. Do you go around introducing yourself as the High King's personal assassin to everyone?" Lucerys wondered, watching her intently. "Or did you make an exception for a Targaryen?" he added, almost teasing. Either way, who knew who could be listening.

Was this another one of his father's old whores come to visit? Lucerys could tolerate his half-siblings, even love a handful out of the dozens of them - they were loyal to house Targaryen and he had long grown accustomed to his father's lusty preferences and lifestyle. But the young Lord of Dragonstone had far less patience for gold-diggers who sought to climb too high above themselves. Most recently a female by the name of Jezebel - Jezebel of all names, ironically enough - had joined Westeros and immediately made flirtatious advances on the High King in front of his subjects and children. He imagined that his father didn't mind the attention - although Tsubodai had corrected Jezebel on the proper form of address - but nevertheless it was disgraceful to observe.

His expression remaining fixed in its typically stoic form, the dark lion followed soon after Khaalida and Remus, keeping a short distance between himself and the other Westerosi as he focused his pale gaze on Melantha, a vague impatience in his gleaming grey eyes. He didn't offer her any words, nor an open greeting.

Considering only Wardens and higher had the authority to accept foreign invitations, they would have to wait on Tsubodai. Fortunately the High King was usually very present, a far more energetic leader than his two last predecessors. Recognising Xia, Lucerys approached after Alexus, taking a seat beside the noble. "Hello, Xia." After so many encounters - he was the Westeros ambassador to ShadowClan, and she was the ShadowClan ambassador to Westeros - Lucerys had committed her name and face to memory. "Anything new in ShadowClan? Or you?" A little small talk was fine.

His pale grey eyes slid over to Kloun and Alexus as they approached soon after one another. Although he sensed that Kloun was only humouring the younger Targaryen, he was not able to precisely discern whether or not Alexus was doing the same or if the young Noble was actually impressed by the other girl's bold reveal. His interest already waning, the Lord of Dragonstone turned back to look upon Khaalida - evidently the more talkative of the pair of sisters - as she spoke up in apology.

"As what you are," he answered her simply. "'Khaalida Targaryen'. You haven't any formal titles, but that's of no serious consequence. I imagine that with some time spent in King's Landing and some hard work you'll move up the ranks in due time." He, Alfeynnah, and the several others who had joined Westeros just around the start of Tsubodai's reign certainly had been elevated rather quickly. "But I suppose you could call yourself a princess." However the pale dragon had never introduced himself a prince in conversation The title felt lacklustre, considering how many princes and princesses were running around Westeros these days. No, he supposed that his eye had fallen on the title of Crown Prince - he already had Dragonstone, didn't he? And he imagined that he shared this newest ambition with Alfeynnah.

His gaze turned away from the ShadowClan ambassador as two more Westerosi approached - Kloun and Tsubodai, but it was his father whom his gaze lingered on. Watching in simple silence as the High King promptly accepted the allied invitation, he refocused his attention back onto Xia, his faint grey eyes blinking. "I'll see you there," the Lord of Dragonstone offered as a polite farewell as Xia wandered off. Would he go? He would certainly try.

He had offered Xia a tour around the Westerosi capital and so the Lord of Dragonstone stood at the city gates of King's Landing now, idly casting a side glance to his companion. Considering how vast the Seven Kingdoms were, it had been something of a little journey from the border to the capital, but they were hardly meek rabbits and considering their limited time until Xia's curfew - although she had insisted that it was not - Lucerys thought they had made good time.

"This is King's Landing," he informed her; although it should have been fairly obvious considering the height and relative grandness of the settlement. "The Red Keep - the seat of House Targaryen's power and where the Iron Throne sits - is deeper in the city." Admittedly not all of the city was beautiful and opulent - in the poorer sections of King's Landing, such as Flea Bottom, the streets were unsightly. But Xia needn't see that. He imagined that she would be most interested in sights such as the Sept of Baelor or the royal gardens.

Had Lucerys known that Fortinbras Lynderly and Ace Lannister had apparently been Hypokrisis' inspiration for taking on the ambassadorship position to Westeros, the Lord of Dragonstone very likely would have openly laughed in the BloodClanner's face. Neither monarchs had been exceptional, or even adequate. During the span of his roughly one month reign, Fortinbras had somehow managed to tank Westeros, flinging the Seven Kingdoms into a muck of obscurity. His successor, Ace Lannister, hadn't served as an any more effective king - he had done nothing to improve the bleak situation in Westeros and lacked the vigour or personal strength required of an effective leader. In the end, he had ran off to god knows where, evidently realising that he was not fit to rule.

"Hello," he greeted the BloodClanner waiting at the border, blissfully unaware of his inner thoughts and motivations. "You are standing at the borders of Westeros territory. I am Lord Lucerys Targaryen of Dragonstone; may I help you?" The gift basket made Hypokrisis' purpose - a diplomatic mission - relatively obvious, but Lucerys only asked out of decorum.