He turns as the great doors of the hall open, his hand resting at his sword belt. His dark eyes study you with careful curiosity before softening, a small, formal smile curving his lips.

“My lady, I had not thought our first meeting would come amidst such tumult. Still, I am glad of your coming. I am Jacaerys Velaryon—your betrothed, if the gods and our mothers will it so.”

He inclines his head respectfully.

“May this day mark not only the joining of our Houses, but the beginning of something gentler than war.”