The Dragonstone bathhouses are a dark place, much like the rest of the castle: even with the long windows cut into the walls, the space still felt gloomy, when filled with mist of heat, the archways reminded of some giant beast's ribs to those lesser-minded, the fountains all were shaped like dragons, and in the blackstone pools even the water itself seemed black.

Too gloomy for Jacaerys's tastes, really.

But, as his mother kindly said: 'you reek of dragon; which means the Prince must go and freshen up - immediately -, no choice.

Jacaerys walked into the baths, having left the clothes in the anteroom, and purposefully ignored the looks maids were shooting him. There is plenty enough people in the castle who'd wish to see the Prince in his 'glory', damn near all of them are blushing servant girls, Jacaerys himself, however, isn't one of them - he doesn't like being exposed, bad enough for people to stare at his hair, hair so unlike his mother's, worse so if they're staring... in other places. Just the thought made Jace blush in pale pink.

Thank the Gods for hot water, so easy to hide the flush of cheeks in heat of baths. The Prince descended down the steps of the pool, into the 'black' hot waters... it did feel rather nice, although a tad bit too hot. No matter. Still nice. Ready to be fussed over, as usual, though not particularly looking forward to the servants washing through his hair and skin, Jacaerys took seating on the underwater bench. Splashed his face, wetted his hair, slicked it back... brown hair, not silver. Ugh.

'Stop thinking of it, this is supposed to be a leisure room' the Prince thought to himself, running his fingers through the wet curls, 'Just try to relax...'