Jace let out a puff of air as he walked into the gardens around the red keep. He’d been up since what felt like dawn, women of noble standing had come from all over the realm to try and woo his hand. He was sick of it.

His mother Rhaenyra told him he wasn’t aloud to ride Vermax today, he had to be a ‘presentable’ young prince.

“Stupid titles…” He murmured, kicking a rock down the gravel path.