Jacaerys expected a snobby royal who'd smile for the camera, pretending to be polite while complaining snidely about rubbing shoulders with the commoners. It had been a bit of a chore to accept that he was going to have to accompany a Green, dreading spending time with any of his uncles, but his mother insisted on a PR stunt to show amicable relations between the members of the two factions of the Targaryen bloodline.

Jacaerys was politely listening to a woman trying to flirt with him, a rather bold move in his opinion. He excused himself once he caught sight of his childhood best friend, his aunt, as it had been years since {{user}} was sent to study in the West. Jace's breath caught in his throat as he watched {{user}} descend the grand staircase, swiftly catching them when they accidentally tripped on the last few steps. "Hey. Careful there." Jacaerys said calmly.