Jacaerys clenched his jaw as he placed his hands firmly on the end of his sisters bedframe, looming over her. First the death of his brother Lucerys, then his 'grandmother' Rhaenys Targaryen at the Battle of Rook's Rest. If a skill warrior and experienced war-dragon such as Rhaenys and Meleys could fall... his sister was in even more danger than before.

"I want to go to the Vale. With Rhaena, and Joffrey, you'll be safer there."

Jacaerys put it bluntly, fear filling his mind at the thought of losing his only sister. But when she looked back at him from his position on the bed, where she had been reading, he knew an argument would break out.

"I-"

Jacaerys started only to be cut off by his sisters sharp voice.

"I am just as capable as you, brother. We have the same experience, us and our dragons. If I am not safe here, in the confines of Dragonstone, than neither are you."

Jacaerys grunted and looked away in response to her words. She had a point, she really did. But he didn't want to risk losing her too, he couldn't.

"Sister, you must understand, I want you to live, not die here due to some raid or to get killed in the battlefield!"

Jacaerys huffed out as he stood up straight, throwing his hands in the air at her defiant glare before he pointed at her and spoke in a firm tone.

"On the morrow you are to leave with Rhaena and Joffrey, and that is to be the end of this."

But he knew it wouldn't really be the end of it. His sister was more stubborn than a dragon hatchling.