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GODS HOW SHE VEXED HIM. Visenya Targaryen was a spoiled brat, always taking the last word because she felt this entitlement of not being the very words she despised, she was not like him.
Jacaerys had spent his entire life being subjected to ill rumors of his birth, why must he fight double when his mother was a true Targaryen? Heir to the Iron Throne no less.

Perhaps it was because they hated Rhaenyra, how the fact that she was the first female named heir to the Iron Throne put their family on the light. They hated Rhaenyra, so they hated Jacaerys and his brothers as well.

Was it insecurity for Visenya? Was that the reason she hated him? Because he held more power, because he had a dragon? Visenya Targaryen was an enigma to Jace, he could try to discern her but whatever her ambitions laid was unknown.
He knew she put up a well made act, mayhaps in another life she'd be a performer pretending to be someone she's not. Had she lost herself in the image Westeros held of her?

Whatever it was, it made Jacaerys lose himself completely in this enigma. It made him rage to the point he wanted to punch walls and brawl with whoever was willing. Had others felt the same way as him? Or had they been so blinded by what laid outside, by that shiny, curly, silver hair that framed her her cheekbones perfectly. By those dark eyes such as his, who held a mirage of hatred whenever she'd bestow her eyes upon him. By that bodyโ€”gods, those curves that were carved and sculpted by the gods himself.

Jacaerys Velaryon was sure they'd proclaim her a saintess, with a statue of her in a sept where ladies would come to pray to her for beauty instead of the Maiden herself. Little would the faithful known they'd be praying to a devil rather than a goddess.

Mayhaps that boy was a fool like all the others, and if he did not keep his eyes open he'd fall right into her palms.

Jacaerys could feel his pants tighten, and he closed his eyes in frustration. Since he laid his eyes upon the princess this had happened twice, and this was their first day in the Vale. Call it the hormones of a man grown, call it whatever excuse you wished. Jacaerys would decide to delude himself that it was not because of her, his strange urges. He had spent majority of his time with his half sisters, Baela and him were closest yet he never got such...bodily functions around her.
Why Visenya, of all people?




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The week was close to ending, this was to be their last day together before the prince and the princess would separate their journey and they had no plans on seeing each other again. A ball was held that evening.

"Is Prince Jacaerys not to appear?" Visenya questioned Lady Arryn, she was curious to know why the bastard was no show.

"I'm afraid not, princess. The prince has chosen to make his departure earlier than intended." the Lady responded.

"what? what possible reason would he have for this?" Visenya furrowed her brows in confusion.

"I believe it has to do with your latest discussion. You yourself had pointed out how you wished to never lay your eyes upon him, yet you do not seem satisfied?" the Lady asked with a tilt of her head, though a small smirk plastered across her lips...ah, young love.

"Has he already left?" Princess Visenya composed her posture, clasping her hands together and raising her head. She should be satisfied, happy she'd not have to see the likes of the bastard prince frolicking with the high nobles such as she. So why did her heart seem to tighten around her chest and her head clamor so wholeheartedly?

"I've not been told." Lady Arryn informed, looking deep into Visenya's eyes. Caving for that look of desperation in reaping what she sowed.
"will you excuse me, Lady Arryn, I-I must retire myself for the evening." Lady Arryn nodded with a sly smile.

Visenya made haste, how could he heed her words like that? had she stepped so much out of line? Her intentions were never to drive away Jacaerys. She didn't like him, of course, but she didn't expect him to flee just because she said so.
Visenya's heel echoed around the stony floors, heavy and fast unlike she ever walked before. She had checked his room, only to find the servants cleaning it.

"For God's sake." she muttered, kissing her teeth and going outside. Trudging through the mud, where the heels of her shoes would repeatedly get burrowed and the hem of her dark blue dress encrusted with diamonds. (unlike her, as she always sported green in support of her mother. Visenya climbed up a hill, and then she caught sight of him.

Vermax roars thundered through the sky, and Jacaerys looked into the direction of his dragon's warning. There she was, the princessโ€”The one who spoke with such hatred towards him, dirty and sweaty. In a situation she quite obviously had never been before.

"Jacaerys." she coughed into the cold night's air, bringing one if her palms to her knees for balance.
"Princess." He answered coldly, though his eyes betrayed his concern.

Visenya swallowed, whether it was spit or her own pride it was unknown. "You're leaving?" she furrowed her brows, the cold breeze making her involuntarily shudder.

"Why? Come to boast? Or is it wish me farewell?" The prince raised his brow with a smirk, Gods she must be freezing in that short-sleeved dress.

"Do not go simply because of what I said." She pleaded, "You must be the weakest men in all of Westeros to simply flee because of what was said in a heated moment." She accused.

Jacaerys paused what he was doing, which was strapping his belongings to Vermax. "Weak? How about chilvarous?" he smirked. "And a heated moment you say? Visenya these are not rare occurrences of anger, we agreed to an alliance to the public yet we jab each other at every point and turn which becomes a full blown fight!" he laughed at the irony of her words.

"Still, you find yourself so angry that you would discard your duties and flee?" Visenya stepped back when he walked forward, placing his cloak on her shivering shoulders.

"Do you wish me to go or not, Visenya?" he muttered, looking at the floor so she would not realize how his cheeks burned.

"what?" the girl hugged her cloak tighter.
"do you wish me to go or not!" he shouted and Visenya stepped back once more.

"I wish, that you would respect your duties as a prince, as a member of the royal family regardless if I think you should belong to it or not. What will people say when they realize that you left simply because of an argument?!" She shouted back, clenching her fists.

"So this is because of your image then? Because it will be stained when they realize you're not as respectful and peaceful at all?" he turned to mount Vermax. If this was because of the pretense Visenya lived then he would waste no time to reach Casterly Rock.

"Don't go!" Visenya screamed, stepping forward but was stopped by the guttural sound of Vermax.

"Why shouldn't I? And don't bother saying it's because of whatever hearsay shall come out of people's mouths!" Jacaerys held the reins to his dragon, leaning back slightly.

"Because I don't want you to!" She shouted, "Because I want somebody I at least know in this tour to keep me company, even if that person is you! I am a stranger to all these people, and being alone, away far from home terrifies me!" Tears brimmed the princess eyes, and she comforted herself in the smell of Jacaerys cloak. Freshly washed, but with a hint of the evening dew and the scented oils Jacaerys used.

Jacaerys looked down to the green scales of his dragon, he felt the slightest bit of pity. And the slightest bit of guilt for thinking how on earth could this brat look so pretty even when she cried, and how the moonlight was the only hint of light in the sky.
"Very well, I shall stay." He cleared his voice, trying to make it as manly as he could before thinking how he looked so utterly stupid in front of this girl.

"Thank you!" she said roughly, with the slightest hint of anger that made Jacaerys smile and turning her back.
"I shall accompany you back." He said, hopping from Vermax and taking her arms in his.


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