Haunted//Jacaerys Velaryon

Heavans Angel

The girl with with a wild heart and a sharp mind was angry. Her eyes, the color of rubies stared blankly into darkness as she pondered. Pondered why the late Lucerys Velaryon had yet again visited her in her dreams. Pondered why he never said anything when she asked what he wanted, only gazed at her with some form of longing. Longing for what? She'd never know not if he never spoke his request. And not that she'd oblige if he did, what did she look like taking the request of some dead bastard prince.

The girl pinched herself, that was cruel. She knew the prince had died quite badly along with his dragon Arrax at the hand of his own kin Aemond Targaryen. That kinslayer, if she ever seen that silver haired boy again she'd drive him through with her sword Oathbreaker. She hated him for a multitude of reasons. The first being when he was to be wed to her late twin sister Victoryia only a year prior the boy's eye was set on Violet instead of his betrothed. Victoryia stood no chance against the heartbreak. And Aemond stood no chance against Violet, bewitched by her beauty and rebellious spirit that seemed to burn within her.

She blamed him for her sisters untimely death, and she blamed herself for not being able to make ashes of the web Aemond had spun around her. And worst of all he was a kinslayer, and even a barbarian like herself could see the fault in what he'd done to poor Lucerys Valaryon.

The girl along with her house never cared about anything or anyone outside of House Smitherman and probably never would. It had been that way for centuries, "By ourselves for ourselves" that was their house words and they stuck to it. Because of these words House Smitherman was one of the most richest, and feared houses, with an impressive army of men and women to back up their constant need for no battle.

And their most prized possession besides their Angel, Morningstar. A ginormous white winged beast with scales that glistened like opal. This dragon was nearly a God to them, she breathed blue fire that was so cold it burned. Morningstar was no normal dragon, the first and last of her kind, she was different some even called her The Abomination. Just like her rider, Violet, she was a mistake from the Gods, both never meant to be born both worshipped for their refusal to die.

"Violet, are you well milady, you were screaming", Julian Dayne her personal guard and friend called from behind her door. Violet rolled her eyes, giving up on sleep all together and making her way to the door. She opened it abruptly, and Julian who obviously had his back facing the door fell backwards in a loud heap. Violet laughed, this was one of her favorite pass times playing little tricks on those around her. Her favorite victim besides her elder brother Vaemond was Julian, he was always so flustered around her though she couldn't begin to guess why.

"More like shouting Julian. Shouting 'hey you what's the trouble, go away, I can do nothing for you', Violet exclaimed looking down at Julian, foot place firmly on the breast plate of his armor. Julian was scared someone would hear the girl, if the loose lipped maids or Gods forbid another guard with something to prove came to see what the fuss was about he could get in trouble. What would they think, the young Violet in nothing but her nearly shear night gown and him in an...unseemly position just the two of them at this hour. This offense could be punishable by death, Violet's virtue was taken very seriously.

"Milady plea-" "Violet, Julian, we're friends you call me Violet", said the girl giggling at Julian's obvious discomfort when she stepped on him with her other foot now completely perched on his chest. Julian grabbed her ankles scared she would fall and make even more noise, "Violet please let me up, if someone sees us they'll..." "They'll what draw n quarter us both for simply playing around? They wouldn't to that to me, Heavan's Angel...you though much more expendable me thinks", she jested, her ruby eyes playful as she looked down at Julian. Violet quite liked this position it made her feel powerful, she was sure if she wanted to she could step on Julian's neck and crush it no matter how small she was. Lucky for you Julian you're my favorite, she thought gleefully to herself.

"They just might", Julian replied the slightest tone of play in his voice, he hated to admit it but he was enjoying himself. The girl's tricks were as entertaining as they were bothersome.
"They just might", Violet repeated his words back to him with an arched eyebrow, now completely siting on his chest. Now they'd really be in trouble if anyone seen them but Violet liked that and she knew deep down that Julian liked it to. He was more than capable of bucking the girl off of him and yet he still hadn't.

"I can go fetch a maestar if you'd like...a sleeping drought, just what you need", he offered, his hand slyly reaching for the door to close it. As much as Julian liked this game he really didn't want to lose his head. "What I need is lost n lots of pasteries Ser Julian", she said, the word "ser" felt foreign on her lips she was never one for formalities. "Will you fetch me some", she asked, tracing his jaw. "What will you do in return if I do", he shot back, oddly confident. Violet shrugged her shoulders, "whatever you want Jules", her voice low. Julian's mouth suddenly went dry. He had done well so far with keeping his eyes on just the face of Heavans Angel, but at the end of the day he was but a man and Violet was a gorgeous girl in an almost sheer night gown.

Violet didn't say anything, she was silent, gazing into Julian's forest green eyes. If Violet was anyone else Julian would've kissed her but he couldn't. To him Violet was perfect and she deserved a perfect first kiss, first everything. And to him this just wasn't the time especially since a silly grin rested lazily on the girl's full lips. A grin he knew all to well from the many nights he'd spent at a brothel or some feast . "You're drunk", he stated, finally bucking the girl off him gently.

Violet giggled "Am I..still? Gods that ale was no joke", she replied though it was more to herself. Julian sat up with much effort as the armor really was such a pain in the ass to move around in. "How", he asked looking down at the girl who had taken to lying on the cold floor. "How did I get drunk? The usual way I spose", Violet stated followed by another pearly white grin. Julian rolled his eyes not really upset at the girl, just peeved at that what he thought was a moment between them was just a drunken game to Violet.

"No how'd you get out of your room at all. I know your punishment isn't up yet", he said tickling her. Violet laughed, thinking about just how clever she was and just how annoying her father was for locking her in some tower for a little prank on the small folk.(the prank being taking Morningstar to kings landing and pretending she was going to lay waste to all below her). "You know I won't tell you Jules", she replied, brown nimble fingers twirling a strand of his sandy blonde hair. Julian sighed, and noticed from the small window in the room that dawn was on the rise and his shift about to end.

"I miss Morningstar, I can feel she misses me to. We shouldn't be kept apart for this long I feel ill without her", she fussed, placing her head in Julian's lap. "Oh please you feel ill because of all that ale you snuck", he joked smiling down at her. "But don't worry milady", he said knowing that he'd annoyed her, "word around The Heavan's is you'll be off punishment soon. We have a visitor on the way".

Au: heyyy guysss how'd you like the first chapter? How do you like my face claim I love herrrr Hallie is so pretty. But Jace better come get his girl Julian is on the move! Also Jace is aged up in this story he's 18 and Violet is 19. Vote, comment and next chapter coming soon! Also annoying my cast list is going to be after this chapter even thought it's supposed to be first but Wattpad is being mean sorry!