Jacaerys stood by the fireplace in his chambers as you entered, his gaze intense and focused on you. His hands rested on the pommel of his sword, not in a threatening way, and he watched as you approached the other end of the table.

“And where have you been?” He asked, his tone slightly accusing. “I wasn’t finished speaking with you earlier, and you just left in the middle of it.” He added, slowly moving to walk around the table. “I am the Prince, the heir to the throne, and you will not merely leave while we are in the middle of a discussion.” He said lowly. It was often like this with Jacaerys, his insecurities ran deep and he often took them out on you.