The Bastard Prince and his lover || Jacaerys Velaryon x Male OC

The bastard prince and his dragon

PRINCE JACAERYS VELARYON I

The large olive wings of a dragon soared through the peaks of the mountains as it let out an echoing roar. The chilly wind pushed against the fighting wings. The green dragon was carrying an important message and it was going to get to its destination no matter what.

On the back of the dragon sat Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, the bastard son of Rhaenyra Targaryen. His hair blew in the cool breeze. His fingers gripped around the heavy reigns of the dragon and his red and black cape blowing in the wind. It was a surprise that the small crown on his head had managed to stay on.

Jacaerys thought the crown was stupid and silly but he wore it as his mother commanded. It was said to make him look more royal but people still looked down on him as everyone knew he was a bastard even if they pretended he wasn't in front of him.

The Eyrie came into view breaking through the misty clouds. Jacaerys pulled back on the reigns of Vermax. His dragon reacted, following the new direction it had been tasked with following.

"Ninkiot." The prince yelled, his high valyrian was not perfect but the dragon understood. Vermax obeyed and began descending to the hill which opposes the Eyrie.

Vermax let out a roar which alerted was able to alert everyone who had not already seen the dragon to become aware of the presence of the prince.

Jacaerys put the reigns of the dragon down as he rubbed his hands against his pants. The prince pulled himself out of the saddle. Once he got to the floor he went over to Vermax's head and stroked the scaley face with his hands as he whispered sweet compliments to his dragon.

Jacaerys turned at the sound of galloping, eleven men on horseback came riding across the bridge each of them dressed in the finest chainmail and steel armor. A large blue flag with a circled falcon was seen high in the sky. The knights of the Vale had arrived to greet the prince.

A sense of fear washed over him, was he ready for this? what if the Arryns did not want him or to side with his mother? He wondered if his brother Lucerys was feeling this way at Storms End. He did not know what to expect but the feeling of failure quickly rushed to his stomach. He was a bastard after all even if his mother denied the truth he thought. Would they take an oath from a bastard?

Jace knew the knights would not see a Targaryen in front of him even if he wore a small golden crown. Just one look at the brown hair and all they would see was the bastard prince. He knew many of the high borns looked down on him. He heard that he had been named the bastard prince.

As the knights stopped in a line in front of the boy, his insecurity grew. He felt the harsh eyes of the knights looking down on him. He was a bastard afterward. He should not have power or wealth.

A boy on horseback stepped out ahead of the others, he had brushed back, black hair. Jace could feel the boy's brown eyes looking over him assessing the situation. He assumed this was Lady Jeyne's son that his mother had told him about.

"My prince, what brings you to the Eyrie?" The boy questioned.

Jacaerys took a deep breath. He was a prince and would one day sit on the throne he told himself. He opened his mouth and spoke in a confident voice, "I have been sent by Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. The king has passed and I am here to remind your mother of her rightful Queen."

The boy's face dropped in shock. He no longer had the defensive look on his face. The other knights behind him mumbled to each other and Jacaerys was unable to tell what they were saying.

"King Viserys is dead?" the boy repeated like he was doubting his ears.

"Indeed, my grandsire has passed and the Queen has asked me to come to the Eyrie and talk to Lady Jeyne and make sure she remembers who her Queen is." Jacaerys voice sounded harsher than he intended but he was glad he was showing a bit of strength.