Haunted//Jacaerys Velaryon

Boy's A Liar

Violet Pov:

The night of Jace's and Julian's quarrel Lucerys visited me once again. Only this time it was different, this time he spoke. I was taking Morningstar for a ride, the moonlight glistening off her magnificent pearly white scalesz. When suddenly I was intercepted by Lucerys on his own dragon. We didn't speak to each other, but i knew by the look on his face he wanted me to follow him. And this was a good change from the usual silent staring Lucerys always did. So I obliged, happy to get to the bottom of his visitations.

"I died badly...you know that Violet", Lucerys said, after we'd landed on some beach. I nod my head, "a tragedy", I reply solemnly and it really was. "It's funny, once I died all the things that seemed so important in my life...just didn't matter anymore. The iron throne, the userpers, wanting to be perfect like my mother, thinking that delivering some stupid message would prove myself worthy...of what I don't even know. But one thing that hasn't change for me since my death, one thing that I still want and must have", he says walking closer to me.

I nod my head again knowingly, "revenge to see those bloody usurpers burn". Lucerys shakes his head, "maybe in the beginning when i first realized I was dead. But now after watching my brother go though so much grief after my passing, and all the trouble to my put mother on the iron throne, all I want is one thing. Peace". I chuckle dryly, "that's impossible and you know that. Peace can happen after this damned war and not a second before Lucerys, you have to know that". Lucerys sighs, "and I do know that. So if not peace for the realm, then peace for my brother at least. Gods know he deserves it".

Too many thought were sailing in my head. My mind had been in this state ever since Jacaerys came to The Heavans with the crazed idea to marry me. "I don't see what you expect me to do the with this information Lucerys. Peace for Jacerys, what's that even mean", I ask as I walk past him briskly knowing he'd follow. "You might not know now but I trust that in time you will", he calls. I whip around to face him, "except there is no time, there is war going on, a war my father means to drag myself and my house into. In what world could there ever be peace for Jacaerys"?

Lucerys catches my arm ever so gently,  and it's then that I can seen the true tragedy of it all. Lucerys was good and deserved to live a long happy life, but he had that taken from him. He'd never marry or have children or simply even grow up to be a man. Though we'd only met in my dreams, I felt I owed him something the cruel world he lived in never gave him. I just didn't know what it was.

"Speak plainly to me Lucerys. What is it you want truly, I'll do my best to deliver it", I say earnestly, searching his face for an answer. "My grandfather is calling to me, I have to go now. Peace for Jacaerys, deep down you know what that means and if you don't you will". And then as he usually did he fades away and his dragon to. "Wait come back Luke, please I...I'm lost I don't know how to give peace to your brother. I've never given peace to anyone", I whisper defeated. But he was gone and somehow I knew he wouldn't visit me again until I'd don't what he asked. Whatever that even was.

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The next morning I woke up with a start, feeling unusually refreshed rather than groggy like I usually did. Luke's words swam around in my head until I finally banished them away with much effort. I continued painting my portrait of  Morningstar, bathed, brushed my teeth, doused myself in perfume and dressed in a fine dress that was oddly enough red and black. The dress wasn't mine my house colors were silver and blue. But all my other dresses weren't clean and now I was left with somewhat resembling a Targaryen princess much to my dismay.

I scarfed down the breakfast the maids brought me, oats and one single apple. This was one of the many things I hated about being on punishment, the food or lack ther of was atrocious. I hated this it so much that I almost considered behaving. Though I still hadn't gotten around to it. Maybe some day, I thought, giggling. I looked out my the tower window and I could tell by the sun that it was around noon, about the same time Jacaerys had stupidly came to visit me the day before. I wondered where he was, what he was up to.

From the bottom of my heart I couldn't stand that I hoped he'd curse me with his presence. I was bored out of my mind and I had taken a liking to working the prince's very last nerve. And I suppose his coming to see me when he wasn't allowed could be considered brave. No one had ever really been brave for me. Why him of all people? And why me?

I began to contemplate the thought of being married, being someone's wife. It made me sick, all I wished to do was fight, spend time with Morningstar, eat too many pasteries and play funny tricks on people. Being married seemed so serious and melancholic, especially if the marriage wasn't for love and for political gain instead.

And my feelings, no matter how juvenile they were had gotten me in huge trouble with my sister, my entire house even. After what happened with Aemond, that kinslayer, I'd sworn off marriage and feelings in general. Id been keeping this up for a good while now, I hadn't even found anyone attractive since. Except for Julian, he was the only man, besides Aemond that had ever made me consider what two people were capable of when they were in love, or at the very least attracted to each other. And even that didn't necessarily feel right, no matter how much Julian wanted it to be.

The very thought of being married to someone I wasn't even attracted to made me feel ill. That's why all my past suitors never...worked out. And so I considered who do I find attractive? Julian. His blonde hair, green eyes and strong build was a sight. But he wasn't really like the men in all my favorite books I'd read and read again. These men, my favorite men were basically heroes, brave, daring, and rash just like me. They were like fire, would burn anything down for the ones their hearts burned for. But they were also gentle and soft spoken in the quiet peace that only their lover could bring them. And when they did love, they loved fiercer and more true than any sword or dragon. And strangely enough, they almost always had dark hair and dark eyes to match, sporting a handsome, brooding face. Gods these men were always brooding!

This...realization much to my dismay wasn't lost on me. I wasn't blind and I'd always had an eye for pretty things. These book characters reminded me of Jacaerys. Except they were just characters and I liked them. I didn't like that bastard prince not at all. But I'd be a liar if I said that he wasn't handsome. And so that's what I jotted down in my journal under the title 'reasons to marry a bastard prince'. And though I thought and thought and thought some more, 'handsome like the book characters I love' was the only reason I could come up with. And it made me laugh. Jacaerys really had his work cut out for him if wished for my hand in marriage.  I'd be damned if I married a man just because he wasn't ugly.

Hours went by, lunch arrived, and Julian's shift along with it. Then when the sun was setting, dinner came to. But I didn't have the appetite for day old bread and again oats. And when my eyes grew heavy from reading, I let myself fall asleep. I woke up a couple hours later from the bright moonlight shining through and Morningstar's cries of despair. She obviously shared my feelings of woe and boredom.

I walked over to the window and looked out as far as my eyes could see. An annoying lump rose in my throat as the reality of today dawned on me. "He isn't coming", I said to myself. And with that I quite literally ripped off the stupid Targaryen looking dress and threw it out the window. Then ripped out the page were I'd been stupid enough to call Jacaerys handsome and threw that out the window to. Feeling satisfied as I watched the page be swept up in the wind and out of sight. The last thing I did that night, was write underneath the title under 'reasons why not to marry a bastard prince', 'they lie'.

Au: womp womp poor Violet. Where the heck is Jace? Vote and comment plzzzz. And before you ask I HAD to name the chapter boys a liar it's so fitting lol