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

I am sorry

JACAERYS VELARYON V

"Lucerys is dead." He did not believe the words coming out of his mouth. Jacaerys could not believe the same boy who he had loved was gone. His little brother was dead. He never wanted to believe it.

Jacaerys was shocked that he was not crying. He had just learned that his brother was dead and yet he could not let a single tear fall. Maybe it was the anger, the confusion, or the shock.

Harrold furrowed his brows, his voice was full of confusion and concern, "What?"

Jacaerys was trying to think straight however the thought of his mother, his brothers and his step siblings. He prayed to the seven that his family was okay.

"He was killed by Aemond, Prince Aemond Targaryen. At storms End." The words fell from his lips, "It is my fault. I convinced our mother to send us. He is dead because of me."

A shaky hand flew to Jace's mouth. Was this really his fault? Is Luke dead because of him? His head was spinning and he did not know what to do. He just stood there even when a warm sensation overcame his body, it felt like he is being hugged by the sun.

He had not realized the warm sensation was Harry wrapping his arms around and embracing him. He could feel the young Lord rubbing small comforting circles into his back. Jacaerys could do nothing but melt into the hug.

"No, It's not your fault." Harry gently said, trying to soothe the startled prince.

Jacaerys just stood in the warm hug, resting his head on the Lord's shoulder. His breathing was slowing down and the young Lord had suceeded in calming him. However, he knew that he could not stand around all night hugging his friend. He still blamed himself for Lucerys death. He was the one to convince his mother to send her children to the Eyrie and Storm's End. It was his fault.

"No, but it is my fault. If I kept my mouth closed then he would be alive." He pushed himself out of the arms of Harrold. He knew that he did not deserve the comfort he was receiving, not while Lucerys was dead.

Harrold tried to reach out and grab the prince but he moved from his touch, "Jace, this is not something you could have predicted."

"I have to go, I need to see my mother." Jacaerys bit his lip.

Harrold took a step closer to Jace, "I am sure my mother will understand. if you need to go then do it."

Jacaerys was thankful that Harry understood his position and how he needed to get home. He needed to see his mother, he needed to apologize to his brothers, to his grandparents, and to Rhaena. Oh, Rhaena he thought. She had been so excited about their marriage, they had been inseparable. She will be crushed.

Jacaerys started walking down the corridor he turned to give one last look to Harry. His brown eyes followed Jace's figure. Harrold gave Jacaerys a nod of encouragement. Jacaerys allowed a small smile to appear on his lips, "Thank you."

The prince's legs carried him down the twisted stairs of the Eyrie. His feet beat into the stone ground as he ran across the stone bridge to where Vermax was stationed. He had never ran so fast in his life yet he was not out of breath, he would not let himself get out of breath. It was the adrenaline pumping through his body.

The dragon snapped and hissed at the air. Jacaerys ran his hand over the dragon's snout trying to control and clam Vermax. His fingers traced the scales and he could feel the heat beneath the scales. He could tell the burning heat beneath the scales was from rage and anger as this same thing happened when Ser Harwin Strong died.

"īlon jorrāelagon naejot return lenton, vermax." He whispered in High Valyrian. Jacaerys needed to return home and his Vermax needed to know it.

He climbed up the tough wing in a hurry. He pulled himself into the saddle and picked the reigns up, "Soves, Vermax."