You didn’t like going out with Jacaerys. Not because you didn’t enjoy his company, but because when it came to shopping… he had a very peculiar approach. You liked markets, the colors, the smells, you liked asking where things came from, but when Jacaerys joined you… well, quiet ceased to exist.

—“Do you want it? We’ll take it.”

He said again—for the third time in under thirty minutes—before you even asked the price, “I was only looking,” you muttered, trying to be polite while the vendor eagerly packed the item with a grin wide enough to split his face. The prince gave you a sideways glance and then frowned.

—“Is it the budget? Are you worried about costs?”—He asked, his tone genuinely baffled—and oddly soft.—“My love… you could buy the whole market if you wanted. The stables, too. Even the damn port, and if nothing here pleases you, there are still a few more ports we can visit today. I can take you now.”

You looked back at your poor servants. They already looked exhausted. One of them met your eyes with silent desperation, please say no. You could fly. They… would have to walk to another port.