Chapter 1: Lucerys… Velaryon?

"You will die screaming in flames, as your father did, bastard," Hissed a voice from a voice from above.

It took some time, but I finally peeled my eyes open. Immediately, the smell of dirt flooded my nose, and the taste of copper filled my mouth.

I reached to touch my face, but then pain assaulted me from my nose. I touched it tentatively while ignoring what was happening around me.

'Is it broken?' I thought. I grimaced slightly.

Looking around, I saw a brown haired boy with a busted lip and a cut on his chin. Caused by a brawl, no doubt, I should know.

From my standpoint, I looked worse for wear. At least I felt worse if my broken nose was something to go by.

Looking further back, I saw two dark skinned girls, both with silver dreads. They were about nine to ten years old or so. They didn't look too shabby, a cut here and there, bruised knuckles.

"He doesn't know, does he, Lord Strong?" I heard a taunting voice ask. Instinctively, I turned towards the source. Another boy, silver haired in a dark green doublet. I watched as he repeatedly clenched his knuckles, and an irritating smirk decorated his face.

Like clockwork, I remember the brown haired lad brought a knife, which was discarded in his beatdown.

"Bastards…" I heard Jace whisper beneath his breath. It's almost as if asking a question.

This was the moment I could not let it pass by. The Kingsguard will be here any second, and I was determined to not let this silver haired ferret be the death of me.

Unlike Lucerys from the show, I would not be another Prince who got killed on his dragon by another dragon.

I was determined not to let my future be one where I would plummet to the bottom of the sea.

Rising from my position on the ground, I planted my fingers into the dirt to ground myself.

"Hss," I hissed as something nicked my pointer finger. Clearing the dirt, I found the dagger slightly buried in the dirt.

Clutching it to my side, until it was almost concealed, I ran up to the boy this body knew as Aemond Targaryen.

It wasn't his fault, really. Having been bullied by his brother and nephews for being dragonless. Aemond the Dragonless they called him. I remember. Bits and pieces not much.

But it was my death, or well Lucerys' death that caused the war to approach in full swing. An eye for an eye, a son for a son.

The Dance of Dragons.

Contrary to popular belief, Lucerys was nimble. However, small he was, he was swift and agile. It was rough, but this skill could be polished in time.

Swiftly approaching Aemond, I could see a flash of surprise on his face. His hand still clutched the rock he had flung in my head, I could feel the blow even now. Baela, too, I imagine.

I knocked him off his feet, causing him to fall to the ground. I guess my Strong genes are strong, after all. That too could be sorted in time, given my new gift.

The rock, now discarded from his hand, lay beside the floor. I straddled him, reaching for the rock, still clutching Jace's dagger.

Quickly, I rained two solid hits on his temple, disorienting him. I watched his eyes glaze over, not a shred of mercy in my eyes as I willed myself to carry out the thing that would quite possibly save my life.

– SLICE – SLICE

"AHHH!!" I listened to his pained screams for a while before I rolled off of him.

I stood and spun around and was greeted by the shocked and slightly appeased faces of Jace, Baela, and Rhaena.

"Ahhh!!" screamed Aemond, as crimson blood poured from his 'eyes'.

Had I been reincarnated sooner, I would have prevented him from bonding with Vhagar. Perhaps I could have knocked him out, but then I'd be changing the course of history, and possibly, he would've been more badass.

With neither of his eyes, though, he'll be nicknamed the 'Blind' Targaryen who claimed the largest dragon in the known world. I chuckled at the thought. My laughter must have been too morbid, however, for Jacaerys looked more scared with wide eyes.

"Luke…" Jace said under his breath. For a while, I looked at my so-called brother. 'Was that fear in his eyes?'

'I wonder what would happen if I… oh I don't know, finished the job?'

I would be in a world of pain. That's what I looked towards Rhaena and Baela. All I saw in their dark violet eyes were fear and gratitude.

Aemond continued to wail, lying on the ground, clutching his eyes. Surely, both were lost.

If my calculations are right, Ser Westerling should find us any minute now. I looked around for any sign of malice, which was strange. I laughed under my breath, finding my inner thoughts funny.

"Cease this at once!!" exclaimed Ser Westerling. Though he was old and his head guard covered most of his facial expressions, the grey hairs were visible. His age in no way, however, hindered him from his duty.

To protect the Royal family. In which he failed.

Other Knights of the Kingsguard showed up and stood vigilant watching the scene.

"Get away!" I grimaced as he bent down near Aemond, who still clutched his mutilated eyes while grunting in pain.

No matter how cold I was, I did not take any joy in mutilating this boy. However, there would be war. King Viserys named Rhaenyra over Aegon as heir. She birthed bastards, parading as Velaryon's. So long as we lived, Aegon could never be King.

"My Prince, my Prince. Let me see? " He asked gently to Aemond.

Slowly, his figure grew rigid, "Gods be good…"

He had lost his eyes.

Ser Westerling picked up Aemond. He was careful enough not to irritate him. Aemond continued to groan in pain, like a tortured bull.

As we walked towards the hall where I knew certain shame awaited us, I wondered with my actions, what would change.

I had not received the memories of Lucerys Velaryon, nor would I want them. The boy was eight, I was twenty, and it would not do well for me to be emotionally stunted as I am already physically.

I was really looking forward to seeing Daemon, though. I was almost certain Viserys would be the same weak King he was known for. I was more worried about Aegon and his big mouth and the fact that Otto would now be Hand of the King.

Also, I wanted certainty that I took both of Aemond's eyes.

Once inside the hall, I was immediately entranced at how marvelous it was. It made me feel small in comparison.

It was laughable, the situation I was currently in. That Crispin Cole could possibly kill me, so many things could go horribly wrong with the changes I made.

Jacaerys, Baela, and Rhaena had yet to say anything. Soon, the rest of the Kingsguard ordered by Ser Westerling went to inform the other Royals of what had happened, with one fetching a maester.

Aemond only whimpered now, still in Ser Westerling's arms in a bridal carry. Ser Westerling scrutinized us, with his eyes, mostly on Jacaerys and I. It caused me to glare back in return, standing protectively beside my brother.

Jace noticed this and held me by the shoulder. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Rhaena do the same with Baela only in reverse.

Ser Westerling said nothing, the Deafening silence became uncomfortable. What was there to say, though? I'm sorry, that was laughable. This family hated each other.

I will admit, I was concerned about the final verdict. Instead of taking one eye, I stole both. Well, took both.

'He could rid me of my position, disinherit. Not the old man loves his grandchildren more than his own… bar Rhaenyra,'

I was taken out of my musings from the doors of the Great Hall opening wide, revealing the Maester of Driftmark, Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys, The King Viserys, followed by the Queen Alicent, her brood Aegon and Helaena. Standing behind them was Crispin without his helmet.

I will admit, this family is too beautiful for their own good. Bar Viserys, he was slightly plump, and the years of decay were beginning to take its toll.

Aegon looked like a right royal prick as ever.

It made me slightly envious to see so many silver heads. Damn this muddy brown hair and damn you halflings!!