Jacaerys was sat with a book of High Valyrian, practicing the language by himself. He was reading a sentence, not realising that you had walked into the room and were listening.

He finally noticed you as you made your way over, and he smiled softly. “How long have you been there?” He asked, raising a brow as you sat down beside him. “Long enough.” You replied, glancing at the book. “You being here is only going to distract me…” he muttered, looking at you with that same smile. “Teach me your language…” you murmured, looking at Jace. “I may not be native to Valyria, but let me belong; let me be native to you.” Jace’s eyes met yours as you spoke, and he felt a sense of warmth in his chest at your words.