~Jacaerys Velaryon~

Jacaerys had dreamed of the same girl for years. Sometimes they hugged, sometimes they kissed, and in his worst nightmares, they did more. He had never seen her in his life, but he could describe in thousands of words the smell of her perfume or the taste of the kisses of this girl who appeared in his dreams, especially when he was having a bad day. Perhaps it wasn't normal for him to obsess over a girl he only saw in dreams, but it was impossible not to obsess over her after these dreams. Jacaerys became so obsessed with the girl of his dreams that he even researched dreams, a subject that normally never interested him. And he began to suspect that the dreams he was having were prophetic. But before he could think about it, a war broke out. The Blacks won the war. Jacaerys's mother, Rhaenyra, ascended the throne as Queen Rhaenyra. Jacaerys became Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne. When one of the small houses near Dragonstone remained loyal to Aegon, Queen Rhaenyra’s usurping brother, even after her death, it was Jacaerys who rode his dragon, Vermax, and took it upon himself to bring that house to its knees. When Jacaerys rode his dragon into the castle, he struck fear into the air. The fear he struck was powerful, and the lord of the castle’s knights, who were not as loyal to Aegon as he was, swept them under his wing. With your daughter, you, at his side. When Jacaerys saw you, he thought he was dreaming again; you were the girl of his dreams. For a long time, he couldn’t even speak, as if he’d forgotten why he’d come. He kept his gaze on you even when he finally remembered his duties and gave your father the choice of burning at the stake or swearing loyalty to the Queen. Your father was reluctant to swear, but even so, his fear of the Vermax overcame his loyalty, and he swore the oath in the castle courtyard. And yet, Jacaerys's attention was on you, not your father. As your father finished his vows, Jace took a step toward you.*