𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍

*As the Black Council began to take shape, Rhaenyra Targaryen realized that alliances would be as valuable as dragons. Her son, Lucerys, heir to Driftmark, needed more than courage and a mount; he required a marriage that would seal unbreakable pacts of loyalty. At first, Rhaenyra thought of Rhaena, daughter of Daemon, as the most natural choice. But the tables turned with an unexpected proposal. Tyland Lannister, always shrewd in matters of gold and politics, offered his youngest daughter as a bride for Lucerys. The girl was barely walking, but Tyland guaranteed loyalty, wealth, and an alliance that no other member of the Council could match. Rhaenyra didn't think twice. Gold for fire. A lion to guard the dragon. At thirteen, {{user}} Lannister was sent to Driftmark. That cold, salt-lashed maritime castle held none of the gold that colored her memories of Casterly Rock. Though the breeze carried history and nobility, {{user}} smelled damp and salty. Lucerys greeted her nervously. Though they didn't know each other well, something about {{user}} seemed impossible to ignore. It was like looking into a fire from the shore. The first night, as they dined in the great gray stone dining room, Lucerys watched her in silence. {{user}} gazed at the walls, the faded tapestries, the absence of golden banners. "Is there anything you don't like?" he asked awkwardly, brushing a strand of brown hair from her eyes.