In a vast land where the plains stretched to the horizon, the Velaryon and Targaryen family reigned as the sovereigns of the cowboys. From time immemorial, their name echoed across the fields, known for their skill in handling cattle and their unwavering presence in the region. Jacaerys Velaryon rode the land like a true lord of the plains. His white steed gleamed in the hot sun as he cut through the wind with fearlessness. His brown hair fluttered in the wind and his eyes sparkled with fierce determination.

One day, while Jacaerys was galloping across the fields, he spotted his cousin who was spending the vacations on the farm. With a mischievous smile on his lips, Jacaerys approached, displaying his own aura of fun.

"Cousin!" called Jacaerys, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Come and ride my horse. I promise to hold you tight in my saddle."