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

The smallfolk

Authors note: OMG, I am so sorry it took me this long to update, My trip to Ireland ended up being longer than I expected due to Betty so I returned a little later and I have been back for a couple of days and just had no motivation to write but I pulled through when I realized it had been almost two weeks since the last update. This and the next chapter were originally going to be one but I am going to split it up so you aren't waiting another week without an update.

Harrold Arryn II

Throughout the last two weeks, the Lords of the Vale who have shown up to Gulltown have found themselves in the oval-shaped room filled with a small table of Westeros with chairs surrounding the detailed map, the air in the room was tense as the latest news of the war came piling in. Lord Grafton stood at the top of the map near the snowy north. In his hands was a large brown envelope with the sigil of House Royce waxed on.

Turning to his left was Jacaerys, In the past few days, the Prince had not worn his crown allowing it to collect dust in his room. He was dressed in his usual red and black, the colour brought his tanned skin and made him look rich. Harry could not help but curve his lips upwards as his eyes met Jace's.

The sound of paper being torn drew his attention back to Lord Grafton. He felt his heart beat faster, to say he was nervous for Rodrik was an understatement. He fidgeted with his fingers, the cracking sound filling the room.

Grafton's eyes shifted across the paper, and his tense lips fell into a smile, "It seems our dear friend, Lord Royce. Has taken his army to Longbow Hall and the men inside seem to be desperate enough to start fighting each other. It says the people are trying to overthrow Lord Hunter instead of fighting the army outside their walls."

A sigh of relief fell from his mouth, he felt the warm fingers touch his back. He turns to see the Prince smiling. He must have realised where his fingers were and he pulled his hand away from Harry's back.

"That is good news." His mother spoke up. Her black hair was tied up and had been brushed straightened by her companion, Lady Jessamyn, who had also spent the night in her chambers. "Have we heard anything from Dragonstone? We already have two warships which are fit to send to Rooks Rest yet we have not heard a word from the Queen."

Lord Grafton coughed and used his fat hand to cover his mouth, once he was finished, he took a goblet of wine to his mouth. Everyone looked around the room waiting for him to finish. Lord Waxely of Castle Wickenden, looked unimpressed, he was a thin older man with grey hair. His arms crossed and the whiskers above his lips twitched with every growing second.

"I brought over two thousand men with me to Gulltown and not a single one of them has been deployed in this war. I am starting to think I chose the wrong side, Aegon and his forces have already made a move on Rooksrest, Lord Royce's daughter is currently still there from what I know and we have made no move. Is the Queen planning on fighting? She has more dragons than her brother yet she cowers behind her walls. Why should we help her if she won't help us?" Lord Waxely said, the bold man looked around, "And this halfwit speaks of victories that have not happened yet. Lord Rodrik has not claimed Longbow Hall and he set off almost two weeks ago."

"You dare to speak of treason in my presence, Lord Waxely?" Jacaerys voice rose above the shocked faces of the other Lords, "You dare to question her Grace?" He had grown angry and his words were as sharp as a sword yet the old lord did not flinch, he stood his ground.

"Her Grace is losing allies by the day. I fear we will all suffer from her lack of brutality. Her brother took her throne and she calls for allies and once she has the men she does nothing with them. If she has not spoken by the end of the moon, I am afraid I will have to withdraw my troops and pull them back to Wickenden before they all starve."