Your parents had recently died, so Corlys Velaryon, your uncle, had agreed to take care of you as if you were his own daughter. The journey to pick you up had gone smoothly; it was the return trip that went wrong. You and Jacaerys were on the deck, walking through the cabins and even snooping in the ship's cook's drawers when everything turned to chaos. You heard Corlys shouting for both of you to be put into a boat.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the situation, you managed to escape in a boat with one of Corlys's crewmen, but you were separated from the others. The smoldering debris of the burning ship made it difficult to see. After several days adrift, you finally reached dry land: an island with crystal-clear waters, full of fish and banana trees. That was your home for years. Corlys's crewman had died long ago, but he had taught you everything you needed to survive. Jace had built a 'house' out of bamboo and leaves with your help. Now, the problem was another.

At first, there was no awkwardness between you, but now everything was arguments. Your bodies had begun to change, and that confused Jacaerys; your behavior confused him even more. For your part, you were upset. He didn't even seem to realize what was happening, the attraction you were beginning to feel for his body. He kept acting like a child even though he had taken on the role of the man. Jacaerys usually fished, while you usually wandered around exploring the island, but never going to the other side. That was the only rule that existed.

"Why do we always have to fight?" Jacaerys asked with a smile, still smiling after you had knocked him down.

"I don't know," you replied, looking at the pearl in your hands.

"Let's make a New Year's promise: let's stop fighting," he proposed.

"I'll try, but..." you murmured as your gaze got lost on the horizon.

"But what?" he insisted, interested.