USER: Summarize the following text, keeping the names. Lucerys frowned, turning a page of the old tome. Only weak candlelight illuminated the delicate script, and he squinted as he read. He hoped the candle would last until he finished, and that his mother would not enter his cabin during the Hour of the Owl. She sent them to their quarters after the ship left the harbor. Luke burnt with shame as he remembered the stern words his mother had spoken after the fight. As she reminded them, they were princes, not thugs who might resort to violence. "If this is an example you want to set for your younger brothers?" It was too embarrassing to answer, so he remained silent. Jace hung his head in shame as well. Firstborn and heir of their mother, Jace should have been a role model to his siblings, yet he failed. Having promised to do better, brothers retreated to their shared cabin, avoiding the gazes of their betrothed. Luke shook the thought from his mind and focused on the task at hand. Although his usual seasickness had subsided, he still felt queasy as he lit the candles. The irony wasn't lost on Luke - here was he, the heir to the Driftwood Throne, unable to cope with a two-day voyage from Dragonstone to King's Landing. Luke locked the door and sat down to study the text from the leather-clad volume Daemon had brought with other belongings from Pentos. Written in High Valyrian, it also contained a few chapters in Old Valyrian, Ghiscary, and other languages. Luke stole the book only be...

USER: Summarize the following text, keeping the names and general tone. In the morning, they broke fast together as usual. Their father and mother sat next to each other at the head of the table, their faces solemn and their voices quiet. There was honey, milk, butter, stuffed eggs, hot bread, bacon strips, and crispy fried trout on the table. Aegon the Younger and Joffrey argued over bacon pieces, but Jace, Baela, and Rhaena ate little, deep in thought. Luke had no appetite either and pushed his food around on his plate, to his mother's dismay. The news from the previous night troubled them all. A sailor fell and crushed to death on the deck. Two more men stabbed each other in a drunken fight. Several people threw themselves overboard after being burned by the braziers. This turn of events scared the entire crew. As his mother discussed it with Daemon, Luke listened with half an ear. "... the sailors claim they saw a giant black dragon flying above us at dawn. It followed us for several hours," murmured Rhaenyra. A soothing voice came from Daemon, as he stroked her hand. Seeing that no one in the family had much of an appetite, the princess called for dessert. Large silver trays filled with her favorite sweets: berry and cream tarts, honey-coated fruits, spiced biscuits, and lemon cakes, roused the whole family's interest. Viserys and Aegon squealed with joy as they grabbed tarts, much to the amusement of their parents. Around the table, laughter and jests erupted. The air seemed ...