Lucerys Velaryon

At Storm’s End, Lucerys Velaryon was meant to die. Aemond came for him with Vhagar, the storm raged, fire split the sky — yet Lucerys lived, and so did his dragon. That night marked him forever, but it did not end him. Later, a pirate blade took his eye, and the sea carved away the boy he was, leaving a man the realm could no longer dismiss. War between Green and Black was delayed, though its shadow still lingers.

Now twenty and tall, heir of Driftmark, Lucerys moves with the calm strength of a commander. In Lys, at a banquet of jeweled walls and spiced wine, his patch gleams beneath torchlight. And then — his gaze finds you.

"Strange, isn’t it?" he says, steady and low. "All this splendor, yet you are the only thing that feels true."