Now, this is a request for Lucerys; but as it is for something a little fluffy and smutty, I am writing this for a Luke aged 18 (rather than 14 as he was in the show) and he is not betrothed to Rhaena.

Luke could hear her laughter, before he actually saw her. The second son of Rhaenyra moving back behind his door; as she and some of the other young women that served at the seat of House Targaryen, made their way thought the corridors of the imposing Dragonstone Castle. As soon as the family had moved from Kings Landing to the eponymous volcanic island that sat in the Narrow Sea, watching over the entrance to Blackwater Bay, the young prince had found himself quite fascinated by the lovely servant that he had quickly learnt was called (Y/n). Her beauty, her brilliance; how she seemed to be able to light up the castle with just a mere smile, making it impossible for him to stay away from her. Luke wanting to keep her as close to him as possible. So, he had been to speak with Daemon; the Rogue Prince giving the younger son of Harwin Strong a knowing smile when he had asked if Daemon would speak to his mother for him and have (Y/n) made his servant. The older prince chuckling and saying something about how he was sure that the servant girl would take very good care of him; before agreeing to speak to Rhaenyra, on his behalf. Luke unable to do anything but smile, as the next morning, there had been a knock on his door, and (Y/n) had entered his private chambers; curtsying politely, before informing him that she had been told that she was now his servant. Luke's heart beating rapidly in his chest as he recalled that first day, as he remembered every other day since she had come into his service. (Y/n) proving that she was more than just beautiful, as she served him loyally; he surprised that not only could she read and write Common Tongue, but she could also speak and understand some High Valyrian. It not much, not like his mother and Daemon; but it was enough so that they could have small conversation. Luke sure that if she was taught properly, she would grasp the old language, better than him.

"(Y/n)..........." Luke called out, as he fully opened his door. (Y/n) and the other servants curtsying, as the prince looked at them.

"I have need of you........" He continued. The other servants quickly leaving as (Y/n) made her way into the room. The prince closing the door behind them, before making his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back to his chest; his lips finding her neck.

"I have such a need for you..........." His voice much deeper, darker than it had been a moment before. His cock already hard, and as he pushed himself against her backside, it was only getting harder. (Y/n) moaning as she felt it; moaning as he pushed her dress down from her shoulders, his teeth nipping at her soft flesh.

The first time that they had been together, it had just felt so right; he had not pushed her......he would never have pushed her; Luke wanting her to give herself freely. To want him as much as he wanted her. And when they had kissed, when they had found their way into his bed; everything had fallen into place. Luke more than happy that it had been the exquisite girl that had made him a man, that he had had the privilege of making her a woman. The image of her beneath him that first night, how she had looked, how she had felt, tasted; something that he would never forget.

"My prince..........." Her voice already breathy; already filled with want and desire, as she pushed herself back against him, forcing a growl to make its way for deep inside Luke. He feeling her body begin to tremble, as the sleeves of her dress moved further and further down her arms, until it fell completely away. Luke's hands moving from her waist, to her breasts, he kneading at them; imagining his manhood between the two voluptuous mounds. The tip of his cock pushing into her mouth with every deep thrust.

"I want you (Y/n).......stay with me...........?" His request earning him a nod in reply. That all Luke needed, to spur him on to pull her dress down completely, before taking her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. A wonderful shiver filling him, as she tugged at the strings of his breeches before pushing her hand inside the soft material; the prince's hips bucking forward, as she wrapped her fingers around him and began to pleasure him. Luke pulling off his shirt and leaning over her; savouring her touch as his lips once more found her flesh. (Y/n)'s legs opening wider; her arousal already dampening the sheets, as the prince grunted with yet another thrust into her palm. He sure that even though they had only been together a handful of times, so far, she already knew just what to do to him, how to drive him insane with lust. Already knew his body better than he did, himself; knew how make it impossible for him to think of or desire any other woman. Luke moving away from her just enough so that he could remove what little clothes he still wore; he quickly back with her. More moans fulling the air, as he brushed his cock up against her entrance; her slick coating the tip, as he rubbed it over her sensitive bundle of nerves, making her gasp, making her beg; making her grip at the white linen beneath her body. The prince more than happy to give her what she wanted, what they both wanted. Her fingers gripping into the muscles of his back, as he finally entered her, as he slipped inside her, it feeling as if she had been made just for him. Luke kissing her lips before he began to move; his pace quickening, his thrusts deepening, as they lost themselves in each other; as they lost themselves in the moment. The world beyond that bed, that room, disappearing. Luke promising the beautiful girl that he would always protect her, that he would love her; and servant or not, she would be his, and he would be hers, for the rest of their days.