Posts by LUCERYS TARGARYEN

BlizzardClan. He hadn't seen BlizzardClan since his father had returned to Westeros, taking him along. His mother continued to rule, but nevertheless with his father's new notoriety, Lucerys sensed that Sweetophelia had profoundly reduced interest in seeing him, and thusly kept his presence sparse. Nevertheless when Uluare had attacked BlizzardClan, Lucerys had quietly left the End Game, angry with the fact that Uluare had gone after his mother's clan despite his professed interest in only targeting the smaller, parasitic clans that needed to be killed off. That had been the original arrangement.

His dark paws taking him to the rest of the group gathered around the BlizzardClanner - this one he did not recognise - Lucerys took a seat beside the Lady Bolton, someone whom he had come to hold a degree of respect for. "How is BlizzardClan faring after the meteor attack?" He heard word that the BlizzardClan leader had ripped off Uluare's leg, clean out of the socket - well, not so cleanly.

Strider Lannister hosting a training session? Lucerys had known the Lannister lord for some time now and the idea was simply laughable to him. Holding back his amusement behind a stoic mask, the Warden of the South approached after Remus, breaking away from the knight and seating himself beside his half-sister, Alfeynnah. He merely nodded to indicate that he would be lingering - even if he didn't have very high expectations for whatever the Lannister male would attempt to pull off.

Another fucking Targaryen. Lovely. Lucerys had been warmer and receptive to Malaella and Khashi, back when he and Jaehaerys were two out of the few Targaryens living in Westeros during the reign of a jealous and vain Lannister king who was so fearful of a house like House Targaryen being revived that closeness was simply a necessity, and he had even come to love his half-siblings in time.

Now his father's fleet of princes and princesses seemed to expand day by day, and the idea of another branch of house Targaryen descended from one of his hostile uncles being revived was no more welcoming. Approaching after the other Targaryens, the Lord of Dragonstone came to stand alone, his pale grey eyes intent as he watched Vhaenys and her child.

He was going through Dragonstone and its grounds, but given the activity King's Landing was seeing these days, Lucerys made a point to move between the two points on a daily basis - a relatively realistic expectation for a dragon. Entering the room, his dark furred paws striding softly through the threshold of the door, the Warden of the South offered a cursory nod in greeting before taking a seat beside Alfeynnah.

His pale eyes flickered towards Neotokyo and Almos as they approached, lingering on the former when she spoke up with a question. "The event ends on the thirty-first of this month," the Lord of Dragonstone informed her. The deadline was approaching, but Lucerys was untroubled. Their leader, Fourthwall, had yet to speak up; Lucerys would presume that he was thinking deeply on the matter.

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"I suppose," the Warden of the South echoed with vague amusement. "But only if you're willing - I wouldn't think to trouble you, my lady." His pale eyes followed hers as they darted to Ramsay, idly recognising the cheerful animal as Sango's current second-in-command. Lucerys heard that the last one - the bastard Lynderly's intended - had gotten torn apart, but Ramsay seemed to be too clever to go against Sango - or at least the hyena didn't seem to have any ambition to, yet. "Idle conversation should suffice me in the meantime. So - how are you? I saw you the other day." In the Blackheart Rogues. "You didn't seem very excited to see me. Am I wearing you out?"

Perhaps the trouble of selecting a proper lord or lady of Winterfell would be solved through more diplomatic means - such as marriage, in the Westerosi tradition. Although Lucerys was not aware of Lykos' predilection for men, love and lust were hardly ever the driving forces behind a marriage union in the Seven Kingdoms. The question of power and succession complicated the ideal of following one's heart.

"Family by blood, yes," Lucerys confirmed, taking note of her apparent envy. "But it's only recently, after my father took the crown that I met most of them." Any of them, in fact. A quiet secret: Lucerys had always felt like a truer son to Tsubodai than any of his younger half-siblings. He and Jaehaerys were pure-blooded Targaryens; they had been there in the beginning. But Lucerys didn't bother to trouble himself with vanity - at least not openly. "You? You were an only child?"

The Warden of the South wasn't very far south at the moment, nor was he at his home on Dragonstone. No, Lucerys was currently strolling around the gardens of the Red Keep, his pale grey eyes vague as he examined the flowers growing in the dirt. Most of the flowers were native to Westeros, and exclusive to Westeros - those were the ones he preferred, not the common flowers that could be found anywhere else in the world. Lucerys didn't consider himself a very flowery individual, but flowers had a certain, delicate charm to them. They were certainly very aesthetically pleasing.

"It's the architecture," Lucerys assured her, his pale eyes sliding back onto his companion. "We don't always have the numbers to fill them." That - that he blamed on the negligence of the past kings. "But we've expanded quite rapidly recently." Xia was their ambassador; she had likely taken note of the fact. "We do - but I don't live here permanently. My father granted me lordship of Dragonstone, our family's ancestral seat - that is my domain." But Dragonstone was an island - it couldn't be walked to and frankly they didn't have the time if they wanted to tour the capital.

He had gotten his answer. Already the Lord of Dragonstone had lost interest in Littlestar and her little clan and desired to return home - away from the barren land that had apparently recently suffered a famine and was still recovering. "It was sanctioned by their leader - it was and still is an official division of the Cartel." He imagined that the only time Caera had began sweating was when the Cartel's betters had taken notice of the disgusting practice; although the girl had still refused to denounce the division. It was a little too late for that, anyhow - and the Cartel's crimes far exceeded rape and sexual enslavement. "I take my leave."

"Ren." Admittedly it took Lucerys a moment to recall his half-brother's name. He had so many half-siblings - he had always had - but it was only recently that Lucerys had met them. Before this, he had been raised alone with his twin brother, Jaehaerys. Tsubodai had evidently possessed high hopes for both boys - full-blooded Targaryens - and because their mother had distrusted their father's whores, mistresses, and lovers, she had kept her boys close for the time she had spent in their lives. It was only later when Jaehaerys and he had been sent to Westeros that they had met two of their half-siblings, Khashi and Malaella.

Khashi had been a good, trusted brother. Malaella had been his sweet sister and she had loved him as much as he loved her. But Malaella was dead and buried - he buried her with their still-born children. Khashi was nowhere to be found. And Jaehaerys was assassinated, presumedly murdered by assassins hired by his Hand. Lucerys felt little sense of kinship towards his new half-siblings, except for perhaps Alfeynnah. She didn't look Valyrian in the way that Malaella did, but she had been amongst the first to return with Father, and she was clever. What perhaps won Lucerys over the most was the way she naturally gravitated towards him, an instinct that was reciprocated in him. There was no such bond with any of his other half-siblings, that including Ren.

"You've been in King's Landing for a few days now. What do you think of father's court?"

Children lacked respect, and it was an epidemic becoming more rampant these days. He sounded like an aged animal when he professed the thought, but Lucerys was firm in his disapproval. And the lion wasn't very enthusiastic now, welcoming the newest members of Westeros into their growing ranks. But nevertheless the Lord of Dragonstone would treat Partypup civilly - he was after all, a child who didn't know any better, a member from an ally, and most importantly now his countrymen.

"Lucerys Targaryen," he introduced himself plainly, not bothering to treat Partypup to his formal titles and introductory lines. "I am so pleased that you like it here so much already." Sarcasm bred sarcasm.

Gods. Where were all of the men? Approaching the scene on soft-footed paws, the lion broke away from the others, taking his seat on the rough, earthen ground. He trained his eyes on Meg, finding her unrecognisable despite the fact that she was an apparent returner. Although in fairness, Lucerys had only lived in Westeros during the Lannister's reign and returned only now for his father's.

"Lucerys Targaryen," the Warden introduced himself plainly, forsaking his usual titles as Meg seemed to be a simple girl - based on her remarks to his half-sister and her name alone. Meg.He certainly wouldn't have named his daughters "Meg". "Who sat on the Iron Throne when you were last with us?"

"Good luck," Lucerys offered politely, his pale wings spreading outwards. The prize was highly sought after by Westeros' allies - it would be a close end. Idly catching Fourthwall's instruction to Xia, the dragon took off into the skies, preparing for the flight home.

Dorne. The seventh kingdom, the only one currently escaping the Iron Throne's grasp. The realm ruled by his paternal grandfather, Prince Oberyn Martell. Was the old tiger still alive? Lucerys had never met him, but he couldn't imagine that he would be very fond of him, given how he had betrayed Lorina, his step-daughter, the Queen he had swore oaths to. Funny that his father was now continuing the exact same practice that Lorina had been denounced for. Nodding in silence, the Warden of the South turned to leave.

There was Dornish blood in his veins, as much as Lucerys preferred to regard himself as a pureblooded Targaryen. His father, as was the same of most of the other Targaryens currently residing in Westeros, was Tsubodai, and his mother was Ophelia. They were half-siblings, sharing the High Queen Eurydice Targaryen as a mother - but whereas Tsubodai's father was the Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne, Ophelia's father was Domeric Harbringer, some foreign and brief-reigning ruler.

Regardless, Dorne wasn't a thought that often frequented his mind. After his grandfather had rebelled from the Iron Throne, the successive monarchs had seldom mentioned Dorne, much less breathed life into the idea of reconquering the region and bringing it back into the fold. This changed with Tsubodai; he had broke from his father's house when the rebellion started, siding with his maternal house even after the Targaryens had lost to the second Baratheon usurper. But Lucerys didn't believe that his father was motivated by revenge - not largely - but instead a simple sense of pragmatism. The Seven Kingdoms were not the Seven Kingdoms without the seventh kingdom.

As Warden of the South, it was only natural that he should be assigned to all matters regarding Dorne. The younger Targaryen had never seen the region for himself, but as he made preparations for the ride down south, Lucerys found himself looking forward to the long-awaited vision of Sunspear. It would certainly make for a nice summer home from Dragonstone - he could admit that it was dreary, wet, and smelled all too much of sulphur, despite his own pride for the fact that his father had entrusted the ancestral keep to him. The fair-haired Lord was climbing onto top of his horse now, the reins in his gloved hands, having earlier sent out word, an invitation, by raven to any able-bodied Westerosi in the capital who was interested in joining him and his men on the expedition.

Interested in meeting his father? Most girls were. And Tsubodai liked meeting them too. Stepping forward, the edge of his mouth twitched. His father had quite the appetite - he took after his own father, Lucerys' grandfather, whose stories he knew well of. It was evident in his standing army of children, residing in Westeros and beyond.

"Lucerys Targaryen - " the lion introduced himself civilly, settling near Alexus. She was the only Lannister he found himself fond of. Although to be fair, there was only one another Lannister, and he had already given cause for Lucerys to despise him - when Strider had been in a position to abuse his power, he had treated the children of House Targaryen unfairly and with open mistrust even while professing to claim love and loyalty for their grandmother, the late High Queen Eurydice Targaryen, his former teacher. " - Lord of Dragonstone and Warden of the South." Everyone else seemed to be throwing names and titles around. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Queenie. I would certainly echo the recommendations of house Bolton and house Stark." He liked and respected Lady Bolton, and additionally found the female Stark to be decent.

Perhaps it would be fitting to visit the Cartel an additional time. The Cartel was already bruised and battered, reeling from the three successive raids of Westeros, BlizzardClan, and ShadowClan, but it seemed that rapers and enslavers were incapable of learning. Approaching the gruesome scene, Lucerys eyed the corpse. At least there would be one less Targaryen - there were too many flying around Westeros these days - and it helped that he didn't know whether this was some distant cousin, some unnamed uncle, or great-uncle. The decapitated corpse was certainly too old to be a half-brother.

Lucerys turned to face Lykos as the Stark male approached, his pale eyes blinking contemplatively at the wolf's words. Yes, he supposed the duty fell on him, didn't it? As a relative to the butchered Targaryen - however how they were actually, specifically, related, he still did not know. "I'll send notice to my father," the Warden of the South determined. "Then I will lead a raiding party to their borders. I assume you'll join me, Stark?"

The Cartel hadn't given up their path of lawlessness and violence. Not only did they refuse to renounce their practice of enslaving innocents for the purpose of commercialised rape, but one of their own had recently trespassed on Westeros territory, murdering a citizen with no cause but to draw the ire of the Iron Throne. It was apparent that the Cartel needed another beating to put them in line.

Stepping into one of the squares in the King's Landing, the Warden of the South rose his voice to speak. "Just hours ago, one of the Cartel's thugs trespassed on our land, murdering one of our countrymen for no reason other than to pick a fight. This is not a slight that will be treated to impunity - I am leading a raiding party down to the Cartel's territory. If you are trained and able-bodied, I expect that you will fight for the good of the realm, for the protection and preservation of your fellow citizens."

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