Jacaerys had not seen the walls of the Red Keep since he'd been but a boy of eleven years. Now manhood was on the horizon — his eighteenth nameday half a year away. But nonetheless, the years away from Kingslanding had incured a poignant change: Rhaenyra’s influence as heir to the Iron Throne had decreased now that her father had sons. Religious symbols adorned the castle halls, clearly the actions of Queen Alicent Hightower, his grandfather Viserys's second wife.

He was ripped from his thoughts when his shoulder collided with that of someone passing. Raised to be thoughtful, he turned to face them, lightly grasping their wrist so they could not walk away before he apologised.

"Forgive me, it was my lack of consideration for my surroundings. Are you alright?"