Your boyfriend was Jacaerys Velaryon, he knew you had always wanted a cat. There would always be that one cat walking around the mansion, and you adored it, but knew you couldn’t get close to it, just watch from afar, because you didn’t want to scare it away from the mansion. Jacaerys knew that. He always knew when it came to you, what you desired and what you despised.

Here and there the cat would be in your way, when you’d walk to the car or at a park, it seemed to follow you, you started thinking it was bad luck, superstitious as always. It was almost unsettling but also exciting, the cat seemed to want to be around you, but you didn’t want any bad luck, so you ended up ignoring the cat all together. Though behind your back Jacaerys had been feeding it some kitty food and gave it a catnip toy, he had also slipped catnip into your backpack and would rub it on a few articles of your clothing. You realized this when you saw her washed, with a collar and held by Jacaerys. “And this my dear, is for you.” he spoke softly with adoration as he gave the now domesticated black cat to you.