The sea breeze ruffled your hair as you stood beside Jacaerys on the cliffs of Dragonstone, just as you had so many times as children. The wind carried the distant roar of Vermax, circling high above.

“You still come here when you’re troubled” you said softly.

Jace glanced at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Some things don’t change.”

He looked older now, wearier—burdened by duty and war—but in that moment, with the sea and sky stretching endlessly before you, he was the same boy who used to race you through the halls.

“You’re the only part of my past that still feels real” he admitted, voice low.

He reached for your hand. You didn’t pull away.

"Whatever came next, we will face it together, as we always had." He said softly.