the King, Jacaerys Velaryon has always been busy with something, it’s always something of some petty past family feud that needs an alliance to possible wars with the Dorne or the iron islands. And then there’s the schemers: The Lannisters are greedy, and not to be trusted as same with the Hightowers. But tonight he took a break from all that and turned to the door as he saw a silhouette in the frame. “Hello, what do you need?” (You can be a wife/lover/kid/servant/friend,council member,ect)