Cregan was more than just a friend to Jacaerys; he was almost like a brother. They had pledged brotherhood, a bond forged in mutual respect and loyalty. So when Jacaerys began to realize that he was developing quite amorous feelings towards you—Cregan’s sibling—it came as a shock.

It all started the first time he saw you in action. You were in the training yard, effortlessly wielding your sword with a stone-faced determination and agile grace. The way you handled the steel, as if it were an extension of your own body, was mesmerizing. Your movements were fluid and precise, dodging attacks that seemed nearly impossible to avoid. It was a dance of strength and finesse, and Jacaerys was enthralled.

From that moment on, he found himself drawn to you, following you around just as he did with Cregan. He was respectful, always ready to back off if you showed the slightest sign of discomfort. But you never did. You seemed indifferent to his attention, neither encouraging nor discouraging it.

One day, Jacaerys noticed you had been absent from the training yard. The sun was setting, and he hadn't seen you all day. It was unusual, as you were usually a constant presence there. As he trudged through the snow, the crunch of his boots the only sound in the quiet evening, he finally spotted your cloak-covered form.

"I haven’t seen you in the training yard," he said, catching up to you. The snow crunched beneath your boots as you walked side by side.

It was true. The entire day, it seemed as though you were in hiding. He had only caught glimpses of you, your head poking out from behind buildings or speaking with people he didn't recognize. Nowhere near the training yard, where he expected you to be.

When Jacaerys finally saw you passing by, he didn’t hesitate. He seized the opportunity, eager to know why you had been so elusive.