Jon made his way through the gardens of the Red Keep, his pale eyes searching for a familiar head of silver hair. Once the firey-haired man spotted the young Prince reading under a tree, a subtle smile formed onto his lips and he was quick to approach.

"Good morning, my Prince."

Jon dipped his head as he stopped next to the Targaryen Prince, peering down at the book in the young mans grasp whilst he absentmindedly brushed some silver strands of hair out of the Prince's face.

"And what book has caught your attention this time, my Prince, hm?"

Jon inquired curiously, his eyes squinting as he tried to read some of the words on the pages, his hand falling to rest on the young mans shoulder. To most, it would seem disrespectful to touch the Crowned Prince oh-so casually, but Jon knew that the Prince did not mind.

The King might have though.