#lucemond Blind Lucerys cont.
As the new lord stepped forward and claimed his next song, lucerys could feel the calloused hands, rough from swordplay and dwarfing his hands. They were warm and familiar. The man's scent was of leather and smoke– ashy like the smell of a dragon.
The boots were uncomfortable, too tight and too stiff, yet had Aemond asked for a hundred more dances, Lucerys would not deny a single one.
"Then perhaps my sister would prefer someone to accompany you to your room." And Lucerys allowed himself to be guided away.
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"The throne, Aemond, or me. Choose."
And Aemond would turn to Lucerys, eye cold and heavy, and Lucerys would flinch, step back at the sight.
"Do not make me choose, nephew, for you would not like the answer." The bite on his neck felt numb, too large for his neck.
Desperately, Aemond took another inhale, fist tightening on the fabric as his eye snapped open, staring at the canvas with a dragons fury.
"You can try run, Lucerys. But I will always find you."
Forward, showing a passage that not even Aemond himself knew about.
He clutches one of the boys cloaks, brings it to his face and inhales sharply, the sweet scent of honey as bitterness of sea salt filled his senses, shuddering at his mates scent.
And because there isn't any way out, Lucerys has no access to moon tea so as the responsible Alpha he is, he vows to marry the boy and look after their pup 🥺
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Aemond and Lucerys are stuck in a room/island etc. Lucerys goes into his first heat, yet at such a late age– it is deadly. Without sharing bed with another, it is unlikely he would survive. So Aemond must choose between letting his nephew die, or bedding the Omega.