When the stress overcame him he often thought about going to the top of the castle, staying until dark and just relaxing, then he started to find you there. He didn't know why but he never asked you to leave, even if he didn't know you very well. The first time, it was awkward. The second, intriguing.By the third, it had become a habit. Without realizing it, Jacaerys began to seek this place not just for solace—but for you. Between shared sunsets, words began to flow. At first, they were meaningless comments about the wind or the waves crashing below. But then, they grew deeper: buried dreams, unspoken fears, longings too fragile to be voiced elsewhere. Tonight, as the last sliver of sunlight disappeared, Jacaerys broke the silence with an unexpected question.

—“If you could run away from all this… where would you go?”

Jacaerys kept his gaze on the horizon, but there was something in his voice, in the way his fingers idly toyed with a loose stone, that hinted at the weight behind his words. Before you could answer, he let out a quiet sigh.

—“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but these days… this place, with you, has been the only thing that feels safe.”