THE LADY - Jacaerys Velaryon

xxiii. No Regret

guys I'm sorry but I physically cannot to the space before the paragraphs anymore it pains me and like it takes forever so like be grateful or imma delete the book xx also don't be a silent reader or I'll kill off Daella xx

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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N O R E G R E T

KINGSLANDING HAD ALWAYS been renowned as...dirty. The pungent smell that could make even the strongest man falter, the people were practically starving and willing to go to any means to help them and their family survive. Daella soon realised that the king cared not for his own city but more for having a great family dynamic.

It broke her heart to see the people suffer all because their king was too weak and absorbed in his own mind to know the conditions his people are living in.

Daella tugged the cloak further over her head, her face turned low as she was tucked tightly into Jacaerys' side—the boy dragging him even closer whenever someone came a mere five inches in their direction.

He too wore a cloak atop his head, yet he didn't fear meeting the eyes of the drunkards and mistresses wandering the street. The hilt of his sword clenched tightly in his palm whilst the other was weaved around Daella's waist.

The Tyrell girl had to physically restrain herself from vomiting at the sight of the streets they walked upon, biting down harshly on her tongue.

"It's not the best." Jacaerys said, fully aware of the thoughts in her head. He knew of her admiration for Highgarden, he had never been, but he could tell from the stories she told him it was a magical place and she cared deeply for it, and her people. He cannot say the same for his grandfather.

"No—no it's—nice." Daella lied through her teeth, hoping Jacaerys wouldn't notice. She hadn't realised how well he had come to read her.

The prince chuckled slightly, glancing down at her. She now rested her head on his side, no longer staring down absentmindedly at the horrid floor. "Please, you cannot lie to me, Kingslanding is terrible. I suppose Highgarden is much better." He nudged her gently in jest.

"Highgarden is magnificent, the nature, the people, the food. Everything about it, though I suppose it is just blatant favouritism to prefer my childhood home over anything else." Daella laughed softly, smiling when she felt Jacaerys fingers bend down into the skin of her waist.

"When I am king," Jacaerys spoke slowly, he didn't like to think of the future. When he was younger, he did, because he believed Daella would be in it. But, there is no possible way she could be, not if Aemond has anything to do with it. Daella looked up at him, he didn't speak of the future, in fact, Jacaerys didn't speak of anything to do with his further life and titles he would be gaining.

"Kingslanding will rival Highgarden, it will become a sanctuary and—and it will look like it has been sent by the gods." He said staring off into the distance, Daella wished she could be apart of that dream.

"I can not wait to see it, My King." She said playfully, wrangling her fingers towards his hand and intertwining them together, giving it a light squeeze.

Jacaerys grinned widely at the notion, and the words. She would want to be with him in the future. Though, he felt something odd in his stomach when she called him king, like there were insects crawling around in there.

The two spoke happily as they walked through Fleabottom, trying their best to not draw any attention. Jacaerys admired the way she dimples would show on her face whenever he managed to make her smile, she admired the way his hair fell perfectly over his eyes and how he would scrunch his nose with happiness whenever she said something sarcastic.