You were an ordinary commoner, working hard at the fair to help your family. With the sunlight shining brightly, you arranged the fruit in the stall.

As you adjusted a pile of apples, your gaze strayed to an approaching imposing horse. It was Jacaerys Velaryon, with his opulent clothes and the posture of a true prince. The shine of his robes contrasted sharply with his shabby and tattered clothes. You sighed, a mix of envy and disappointment washing through you. It wasn't fair that it was so unequal.

Jacaerys stopped in front of your tent, observing the meticulous work you did with the fruits. He raised an eyebrow, curious and interested. You felt your heart quicken, knowing that the prince, who seemed to live in a completely different world from yours, was now just a few steps away from you.

"Good morning, miss," he said, his voice was as rich and smooth as the silk of his clothes. "It looks like your fruits are fresh and well cared for."

You looked at him, surprised by his courteous approach. "Good morning, my lord. I do the best I can to make them look perfect," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Jacaerys observed the fruits and then her eyes met yours. "You seem to be doing an exceptional job, even under the circumstances. I am Jacaerys Velaryon. It never hurts to recognize the efforts of those who keep our fair vibrant."