#rip lucerys

[artnoonewants]

Oopsie doopsie

[iydiamartinx]

THREE STRONG BOYS

(Jaecerys, Lucerys, & Joffrey)

joffery fancast: harry gilby

[amoratearte]

If HotD won’t, then I shall. Happy Father’s Day to Daemon Targaryen and Corlys Velaryon!

“An eye for an eye, a son for a son. Lucerys shall be avenged.”

PS: tell me if you notice the F&B easter egg I left in this piece✨

[saltandfire-blog]

The cloak… the wing… 💔

[alysmondstuff]

me when I saw Vhagar's big ass above Arrax 💀

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 51

Gif: @potpourri-of-ecclecticism

Taglist:@stargaryenx @mercedesdecorazon

Cw:underage drinking, alcoholism, ableism, slutshaming

The tragedy that befell Lucerys Velaryon at Storm’s End was never planned, on this all of our sources agree. The first battles in the Dance of the Dragons were fought with quills and ravens, with threats and promises, decrees and blandishments. The murder of Lord Beesbury at the green council was not yet widely known; most believed his lordship to be languishing in some dungeon. Whilst sundry familiar faces were no longer seen about court, no heads had appeared above the castle gates, and many still hoped that the question of succession might be resolved peaceably.

The Stranger had other plans. For surely it was his dread hand behind the ill chance that brought the two princelings together at Storm’s End, when the dragon Arrax raced before a gathering storm to deliver Lucerys Velaryon to the safety of the castle yard, only to find Aemond Targaryen there before him.

---The Dying of the Dragons: The Blacks and the Greens

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“Mother wants me to spare your mother.” Aegon sways when he walks, his chronic drunkenness making it impossible for him to walk normally. Hell, he can barely ride a horse and uses a litter to his grandfather’s horror.

Aemma is not allowed to leave the Red Keep unless Aemond is with her and Ser Willis as well. She cannot ride Silver and Silver has to wear chains because they fear her escape.

She can walk the gardens and read in the godswood as long as Ser Willis is there. Aegon brings two Kingsguard as king, a bit too much if you ask her.

“Will you?” she asks and hopes he will agree with Alicent.

“The war won’t end unless she and Daemon are ash, mandianna. Even I know that.” He said as if he was telling himself. “I didn’t want this crown, but now I have it and it will only come off when I die.”

“I will be sure to mention that in my eulogy, your grace.” She said hoping this was the end of it.

He snorts as if nothing had changed, as if she didn’t know he was a fucking depraved shit of a man.

“It should have been you, Aemond always gets what he wants. Gets mother’s love, all the talent, all the brains and not only does he get the biggest dragon, he gets the perfect wife.” He begins to rant and say how he envies his brother and he, the poor and mistreated firstborn didn’t get shit.

Just a crown he doesn’t deserve, a reputation he earned and his mother setting Westeros on fire for his ungrateful and undeserving self.

“Had I been your queen, I would have made myself your widow.” She responds and closed her book. There would be no reading to take her mind off Aemond’s departure this afternoon.

He is to secure Baratheon to Aegon’s side before Lucerys arrives.

Aemma prays to every god in Valyria that Luke doesn’t die.

“If you were anyone else, I would kill you. Remember that the next time you make use of your sharp tongue, Aemee.” He said making the nickname Aemond gave her sound like an insult.

“Don’t call me that, only my husband may call me Aemee.” She dismissed his threat with one of her own.

Aemond is the only man who’s wife is completely off limits to him, he loves his brother and Aemma knows that is the only thing that keeps her from being harassed by him.

“Lucky fucking bastard.”

-----

“Where is my son?” Rhaenyra asked in a panic. She had sent Jacaerys north, Baela would go to Storm’s End while Rhaena took up the title of First Lady in the Queen’s Court.

Lucerys was to go to the Riverlands and win over House Tully with Daemon.

“He said he had to make haste and deliver your grace’s message.” The Dragon Keeper answered assuming that had been the truth.

“To whom, Ser?” Corlys asked when words failed her. Corlys was her Hand, one who knows she is innocent of Laenor’s death and knows the truth about Aemma’s dreams and fits.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck it all.” No, Luke was to go north, not south, over land not water.

Her son could not die.

The queen cannot breathe, to lose Visenya had been punishment enough, she cannot lose the rest of her children.

Not her sweet son who wanted to be a maester and not a knight. Not her boy who’s only crime had been to be born from the wrong man.

“I do not know, but he was gone before the other princes had left.” The dragon keeper answered all the while unaware that death awaited Lucerys in Storm’s End.

“Send for Lord Vaemond, tell him to make haste, it is a matter of urgency.” Never in her life did she expect to trust this man with something so precious.

But he had a daughter of marriageable age, he wanted to make sweet Daella the next Lady Baratheon, and it was the only way to save Luke from dying tonight. That was what Baela’s message was supposed to say, but she had yet to finish writing it.

“He’s left.” she said quickly, trying to formulate a plan and trying to stop the sand from falling.

“If we send a raven we can stall for time until you arrive in Storm’s End, take Daella and have the betrothal made before morning.” The Seasnake ordered his brother who nods and leaves as swiftly as he had come.

“I will not fail you, brother. I will bring Prince Lucerys home safe and sound, your grace, do not worry.” Those were the kindest words she had ever heard Vaemond utter to her.

“Godspeed, Leviathan.”

----

“A son comes before a daughter and yet, no man is as accursed as a kinslayer and to rise against Rhaenyra is to rise against my cousin, Rhaenys and her grandchildren, one you are married to, your highness.”

Borros was blunt, greedy, but blunt.

The Storm Lord lowered his voice to a whisper even if no one was here to eavesdrop on them, “If it had been you who had taken the Conqueror’s Crown, you wouldn’t need to bribe me to your side with your little brother’s hand. House Baratheon does not forget the insult done to Ser Laenor and his lady mother at the Great Council, nor the murder of Ser Laenor at the hands of Daemon Targaryen and the Whore of Dragonstone.”

“You speak treason, Lord Baratheon” Aemon fought the urge to agree. It could happen, Aegon was unpopular with the smallfolk and Uncle Lyonel’s own bannermen, perhaps the city would riot and kill him themselves, or someone will poison his wine to avenge one of the many girls he’s

“So do you, One-Eye.” Borros smirked and emptied his drinking horn in one swallow.

“A betrothal between Daeron and Floris, you remain neutral unless the unfortunate happens.” The One-Eyed Prince throws a good enough bargain. Better keep him out of the game instead on their enemies’ ranks.

Aegon and grandfather will think they have been taken for fools, but they can’t even get the Reach to fall in step despite Lady Tyrell being a Hightower.

“Was it one of your eyes he took, or one of your balls?” Borros asks mocking him. “Poor, poor Princess Aemma, to have a man who doesn’t have all his parts.”

It is because of Vhagar’s roar, that Aemond doesn’t unsheathe his dagger and bury it in Baratheon’s own left eye.

Vhagar had woken with a roar that shook the very foundations of Durran’s Defiance, but both men in the council chamber are unfazed.

“I see you are not the first to visit me this day, perhaps the Princess Rhaenys has come to court me to her side.” The Storm Lord was fickle and greedy and belligerent, but even he knows the wisest course had been sending the Red Queen instead of little Luke Strong.

Aemond prays the Storm Lord is right.

Only it is not Princess Rhaenys the knight at the Round Tower’s gates announced.

“Prince Lucerys Velaryon, son of Princess Rhaenyra.”

So it begins.

[bee-zeebub]

* opens my jaw and just the climax of ramin djawadi’s ’fate of the kingdom’ plays on full blast*

[bitchthefuck1]

If I was in house of the dragon I would simply not fly closely over anything big enough for Vhagar to hide behind

[mossytrashcan]

changing the background!!! the last one felt too empty/awkward, so I’m scrapping it for something more dramatic and gloomy lol. and I also just really like the shot of big vhagar

[saltandfire-blog]

The toy Corlys gave Luke from the funeral?

🥺

joffrey bringing a toy for lucerys broke me right then and there.

[alysmondstuff]

Aegon really had the audacity to throw a party after Luke died, LOL. I knew this already, but re-watching the series made me remember that. Like dude, atleast have a little fucking respect. Wait no, he doesn't know what that is. (Remember hate the character, not the actor) Your mother is fucking crying and your brother and his dragon just committed murder! Ok, it was really Vhagar but no one saw it that way. And by no one I mean the Targaryens. I saw what happened and it was just Aemond fooling around and then being a dumbass and letting his dragon fuck over his nephew and his dragon. Now in the upcoming season/s there's going to be fucked up shit.

(I hear that they are casting two blond twins, obviously Targaryen kids, who knows who are the parents. My guess? Helaena's kids. It could all be a part of Blood and Cheese? Possibly. Tragic stuff, but I'm hoping to see it soon!)

Vhagar asf:

Aemond asf when he got back:

(feel free to re-blog with ideas, im intrigued)

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Ulf is THAT Uncle Who Couldn't Be Bother To Read the Room😅

Image: Piñata Farms

[madame-fear]

Imagine literal war unleashing because everyone thought Luke was dead but he’s like this living his life as an amnesiac fisherman lmao

[saltandfire-blog]

despite the rest of the season…this scene was 💔

A Son for a Son by Anato Finnstark

[mydairpercabeth]

Lucerys, you will never be forgotten

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