Baela… has a cat taken your tongue?

Have I not always been this way? You are such a strange beautiful thing..

This morrow he was still mine, has that changed so suddenly? Perhaps you hit your head after waking up? Oh poor thing..

I did not say anything wrong! What has gotten into everyone.. Dragon’s are the most magnificent creatures alive, surely you of all people must understand this.

What? Must you curse this early in the morrow? By the Gods, I have not said anything wrong! I wouldn’t expect you to understand though..

Good morrow, I cannot stop admiring Vermax today. He’s so beautiful, his scales..the warmth..if only I could..mhm.

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Aegon was right, he couldn’t leave. And not only because Jacaerys loved him, but because he was one of the few things that Jacaerys remembered fondly about his childhood. Even if Aegon had treated him more like a lap dog than a boy at times, Jacaerys had never really protested, much.﹙...﹚

“I love you, I’d die without you.” He whispered against her skin, that he truly did, he was sure of it. He had always loved her, ever since he was a small boy who still clung to his mother’s dress and looked at the world with an innocence that had now long gone with the wind.﹙...﹚

“Yes uncle, thank you uncle.” Jacaerys spoke softly, moving to take a seat on the floor a bit away from Aemond. He enjoyed sitting on the floor, it was more comfortable to him than sitting on a chair or couch.﹙...﹚

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew her words weren’t enough to convince him, but he so hoped they were, he decided he would pretend they were. “Thank you, mummy..I want to be a good person, like you.”﹙...﹚

The prince was satisfied with her response, there had been times in the past where she had been less..sweet to him, but he had made quick work of that. He didn’t tolerate rebellion or snarky muttered comments, he had been patient, and taught her with the only thing he had really knew, pain.﹙...﹚

Jacaerys made his way through the halls, a wide smile on his face, sword on his hip, flowers and a bunch of books in his hands. He never showed up empty handed, he suffocated her with gifts any chance he got, because he had a lot to make up for.﹙...﹚

The prince his heart fluttered when Aerion told him he was still handsome, he smiled, his bad thoughts momentarily forgotten by the moment. “Thank you, i like when you touch me.”﹙...﹚

His uncle was a man of little words, usually, so every word he spoke was precious to Jacaerys. It made him light up, his eyes sparkling, for a moment the prince looked innocent again, he took Aemond’s answer positively.﹙...﹚

A sympathetic look crosses Jacaerys’s face, it was hard to tell if it was genuine or not. Sometimes Jacaerys didn’t even know that himself, he was so used to just doing what made him appear non threatening to Aegon. ﹙...﹚

It was a beautiful day, every day had been beautiful ever since his mother had won the war, and his uncles and aunt had been captured. Seeing Aegon in chains that day must have been the happiest day of Jacaerys his life, he would remember that for all eternity. ﹙...﹚

As easy as Jacaerys was to be thrown into madness, he could be pulled back from it relatively fast, by the right people, his twin was one of those people. The physical contact made Jacaerys flinch, but he didn’t pull back.﹙...﹚

His mothers words made Jacaerys calm down, she was fine, she wouldn’t leave him, she was fine and would stay with him forever, as she was meant to. “Oh no..tell me, is there anything I can do? You need proper rest..”﹙...﹚

The younger prince was overjoyed when his uncle seemed to tolerate his presence, that was enough for him. “I am also fine! May I ask what you are doing?”﹙...﹚

Jacaerys loved his family very much, even the ones who didn’t seem to like him much. When he heard Aemond giving him permission to enter he smiled and quickly opened the door.﹙...﹚

As soon as Jacaerys heard foot steps outside of his door he was upright in his bed, were they finally coming to take him away? Would this be his end? Would he get hurt? The last thought made him squirm. ﹙...﹚

Something in the air shifted, something in Jacaerys shifted, he went from zero to hundred as usual and let out a loud scream. As usually Jacaerys freaked out with no explanation, bound to his mind that had gone mad long ago. ﹙...﹚

“I already asked mother many times and her answer saddens me.” Jacaerys’s face morphed into one of faux sadness for a moment, he used his hand to rub non existent tears away.﹙...﹚

“I am not mad, I am just unique.”The prince let out a soft groan as Aerion called him boring. But then when he spoke of Lucerys the boy smiled again. “Luke..” ﹙...﹚

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The prince’s eyes narrowed as Aerion took out his dagger and stabbed the table with it. Oh how he wished it would’ve been him instead. “I’ll take your answer as a yes..i love you very deeply as you must know.”﹙...﹚

Of course the prince knew he had struck a nerve, it was amusing and incredibly easy to push his brother’s buttons. Aerion was just so charming when he spit venom, it made Jacaerys want to continue pushing till Aerion did something drastic.﹙...﹚

Jacaerys let out a soft shaky sigh, watching Aerion bite his lip and reach for his dagger. A million thoughts ran through Jacaerys’s mind, all of them violent. “Oh..it was only a compliment, you’re just..beautiful is all I wanted to say.”﹙...﹚

Slowly but surely a smile spread across Jacaerys his face, he knew his reaction wasn’t the one Aerion wanted. Maybe one day he would humor him by lashing out. ﹙...﹚

Jacaerys came to the study to hide, from no one in particular, he just wanted some peace and quiet. But clearly his brother had other plans, Jacaerys tried to ignore him at first, focusing on the letters on the page that were starting to dance from how long he had been awake. ﹙...﹚

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