Posts by LUCERYS TARGARYEN

"I'll keep that in mind," the dragon remarked simply in response to Queenie's proposal. He recalled that Varick Darling had brought back a child from the Cartel not too long ago - evidently the Cartel was too demoralised to do anything about the matter. Either way, the child was safer away from rapers and enslavers. And at Kloun's additional remark, he simply said, "There's already a war - a war they're losing, a war that's forced them into desperate quarters."

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"Two family names?" Lucerys blinked, his interest immediately drawn. Although of course the Lord of Dragonstone had little interest in reviving a dead house, nevertheless he imagined that this prospect would have some significant bearing on the current political landscape of Westeros - given the overabundance of Targaryens and the dwindling prospects for the younger Targaryens in their house. "This might set a troubling precent." How long until there would be Lannister-Targaryen-Starks running around Westeros, all demanding claims to Casterly Rock, the Iron Throne, and Winterfell? "Unless you mean for them to keep their Targaryen name solely as a reminder of their heredity and not as a sign of active affiliation?"

A self-defence training session. Lucerys couldn't imagine that he was in very desperate need of participating, but nevertheless the Warden of the South would linger to observe. Taking a seat, the dark lion watched in idle silence, his claws picking at the soft dirt beneath his massive paws.

"Sugar". Queenie also referred to other animals as "sugar". Personally, Lucerys found the form of address, the pet name, to be far too familiar, but Queenie had the benefit of being a foreigner to Westeros, as was the gentle healer before him now.

Descending from the skies after his father, Lucerys remained beside the High King's side, his pale grey eyes intent as he looked upon the strange hybrid. "Lucerys Targaryen - " he introduced himself soon after. "Lord of Dragonstone and Warden of the South." In addition to the older dragon's offer, he added, not out of individual kindness but out of dignity, "I would be more than glad to personally find you lodging within the capital, my lady."

"Alfeynnah." Lucerys still was not entirely sure what to make of his half-sister. He had countless sisters, a whole fleet of them; sisters he tolerated, others he quietly found revolting in nature, and yet Alfeynnah had stood out from amongst them from the beginning. There was an edge to her, an edge that was reminiscent of Malaella, who had been so loyal and devoted to family and the good of their house, and Lucerys didn't have the wisdom to know to refrain from comparing the two girls.

Malaella was fair - she looked as Valyrian as he did and was sweet too, kind and gentle when he couldn't be. He doubted Alfeynnah had the same softness - she was foreign-raised; dark and exotic, with hard Dothraki blood flowing through her veins. There was an appeal in that too - he supposed. Alfeynnah was quietly clever, a smart choice for a prospective ally in the newly bustling capital of King's Landing and another rising star amongst the new Lords and Ladies. If she could be trusted, that was.

Lucerys was too proud to admit that there were other sides to her appeal as well, even in the privacy of his own mind. "You didn't tell me you were coming down to Dragonstone. I would have been very glad to welcome you personally in my halls." Instead she stood hidden in the dark woods surrounding the keep, drinking water from a flowing stream than Arbor gold from his cups. It was only by incredible chance that Lucerys stumbled upon her now, alone.

Given the fact that one of the Cartel's thugs - according to his fellow Westerosi, a former BlizzardClanner who had been exiled for treason and sexual harassment and the same animal whose ineptitude in leading had led to BoneClan's destruction at the hands of the End Game - had murdered one of Westeros' citizens the day earlier, it only seemed proper to punish the Cartel, once they had buried the decreased. Arriving at the borders of the barren wastelands with his raiding party, the Lord of Dragonstone cast his eyes around the grey territory, unleashing a long stream of fire before him with the intent of drawing the Cartel out from their hiding places.

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Watching as Varick told hold of Leopold - the apparent spawn of the rapist George and his wife, Kate - Lucerys remained on the battle field. Varick could handle a child, and they were better off in Westeros' care than in the hands of slavers and sexual abusers. Who knew what abuses and horrors they had already inflicted upon Leopold. Wondering idly where Caera was, the dragon aimed another hot blast of fire at George. Clearly George didn't care very much about his own child.

Whims. He didn't oft pursue his own whims, his idle wishes. Duty came first. It was duty that had brought him to Westeros in the first place, to join Jaehaerys on their father's instruction that they reclaim Westeros for House Targaryen. Lucerys had aided in the house competition that won back House Targaryen's official status but he had not risen higher than the rank of knight - back when the rank was exclusive to high achievers - and he had not taken Strider up on his placating, paper-thin offer of serving as an "advisor" to some Snow bastard whom he had left in charge of the Iron Throne while he and his Hand, the foolish Arryn girl, had temporarily left their duties. Jaehaerys should have been entrusted with protection of the Seven Kingdoms as one of the highest ranking individuals of the realm, but the Lannister openly distrusted Targaryens, even as he tried so desperately to lick Tsubodai's ass now.

Lucerys had never truly enjoyed Westeros, but he had come to find the Seven Kingdoms far more tolerable since his father had come into power. Perhaps if Malaella was still alive, he would not have returned at all, never joined up with the End Game either. It was tradition for brother and sister to wed to keep bloodlines pure, but Lucerys had not married her and ran off with her from Westeros out of duty. He had loved the girl desperately before, and had buried her himself when she died in childbirth after a long series of still-births, miscarriages, and so forth.

The time for love and passion seemed past him. He was ready to serve at his father's leisure, and firmly looked down upon his younger half-siblings, many of whom acted as entitled princes and princesses, deluded into believing that they were special, and not truly only one speck of sand in the beach that made up Tsubodai's fleet of bastard children.

"A whim took you quite far," he noted. "I wonder how high you'll fly when you are truly intent on claiming something." Lucerys could be ambitious too - not out of a thirst for power, but for recognition, for distinction from the masses of Targaryen children. In a quiet way, the dark lion did want to impress his mother and father, he did want to live up to Jaehaerys' legacy. Lucerys had long been content to follow his brother, but now that Jaehaerys was gone and burnt, Lucerys found himself suddenly concerned with his own image.

"It's been interesting so far, yes," the Lord of Dragonstone confirmed. "Father has tasked me with the mission of surveying Dorne. I expect that we will soon make plans to bring Dorne back into the fold." A fitting mission for a Warden of the South, was it not? "You should accompany us when we ride south."

"It would seem so," he offered noncommittally in response to Amethyst's polite inquiry, turning his attention back onto Antigone as the boy spoke up once more. "So I see that not only were you allowed to grow soft and fat, but your wet-nurse neglected to teach you proper decorum," the Lord of Dragonstone responded coldly. For such an insult, he would have challenged another man to a duel, but Antigone was not a man - just a pudgy young boy with vain assurances in his status as one of Tsubodai's many, many bastard children. It was clear that Antigone had never met their father, for if the boy had, such indolence would been snuffed out early on.

He never forgot a slight. The Lannister male could attest to that. But Lucerys wasn't very intent on beating some sense into Antigone either. "Dragonstone has been quiet. I've been rebuilding the fleet, but as Warden of the South, Father has recently commanded me to take charge of the survey down into Dorne," he informed the younger Targaryen simply. "As for the girls... I serve at Father's command." He had already married for love once - it was unlikely that he would be afforded a second chance. Not that Lucerys was particularly interested in holding out for misguided ideals of romance anyhow. That was what paramours were for.

Approaching in silence after Alexus, Lucerys took a seat a short distance away from the others, his pale grey eyes fixed on the High King as he took in the announcements.

Lucerys had nothing to request of the High King, and so he sat watching from the audience amongst the rest of the court of King's Landing, his pale grey eyes intent as he waited for the first man - or woman - to approach Tsubodai.

Stamp the Knights of Eden out of existence? It certainly sounded appealing to Lucerys. Listening idly to Varick's words, the large dragon stood on standby, his long tail swaying.

Nodding silently as he absorbed the information, Lucerys' pale grey eyes slid over the faces around him. There were no major appointments, but many small ones - a good indicator that Westeros was continuing to grow and thrive, he was sure.

Lucerys listened on in stoic silence, his pale grey eyes fixed on a meaningless point in the room. Despite his lack of expression or physical indicators of active listening, the Targaryen was listening very closely indeed on the report of BloodClan. Now it was the topic of BlizzardClan Katarina moved onto.

Arriving in stoic silence, Lucerys' pale gaze travelled around the circles of gathered faces - Tsubodai, Varick, Katarina, Alfeynnah, and the newer Mallister Lady. Striding forward, he quietly took a seat beside Alfeynnah.

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Approaching after Alfyennah, Lucerys offered his half-sister a rare smile, informing her gently, "Wardens now have the ability to accept invitations from allies." They were both new to their warden ships, even after nearly two weeks. "Westeros would be happy to attend," the Lord of Dragonstone answered, turning back to look at London.

Approaching after Alexus and Khaalida, Lucerys took a seat off to the side, his steady gaze fixed on the High King as he listened on in plain silence.

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In the few recent weeks, Lucerys had grown to spend more and more time on Dragonstone. King's Landing remained a place of interest in his mind, but Dragonstone had become his priority for the time being. Before he left for Dorne, the Warden of the South would reinforce his keep, keep it presentable even during his absence. It would never be as glamorous as the Red Keep or even High Garden, but there was a certain charm in the coldness and forbidding structure.

Currently occupying his lion form, he was alerted to Alfeynnah's approach by a grey servant, quickly shifting into his own dragon form as he exited the keep to greet the Lady of Snakewood. When she landed, he was there, a respectable distance of a few feet between them. "Lady Targaryen," he greeted her with a quiet keenness. "What a pleasant surprise." Much like the last one.