Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
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~129 A.C~
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WINTERFELL WOODS The wind howled through the trees as Jace and Jocelyn dismounted their dragons, Vermax and Mirax. The beasts huffed, their warm breath steaming in the cold northern air. Snow stretched across the land before them, a vast, endless white that swallowed the rolling hills leading up to Winterfell. The castle loomed in the distance, its grey stone walls stark against the winter sky.
Jocelyn tightened her cloak around her shoulders, her fingers clenching at the fur-lined fabric. "Gods, it's freezing." Her voice trembled slightly, her nerves creeping into her words.
Jace glanced at her, noticing the tension in her violet eyes. He had come to know her well over the past few days—they had flown together, dined together, spoken about everything and nothing. She was his closest friend now. And friends didn't let friends wallow in nerves.
So, without thinking, he scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it at her shoulder.
The snowball hit its mark, bursting against her dark riding leathers and dusting her long black hair.
Jocelyn gasped, whipping her head toward him, her eyes wide with shock. "Jacaerys Velaryon—"
Jace only grinned.
A slow, dangerous smirk spread across Jocelyn's lips. She bent down.
Jace's grin faltered.
She grabbed a handful of snow.
He took a step back.
Then, she threw it hard.
The snowball slammed into his chest, sending a spray of ice across his cloak. Jace looked down at himself in mock horror. "Oh, you're in for it now."
Jocelyn let out a giggle before turning and running.
Jace lunged after her, his boots crunching through the snow as he gave chase. She laughed as she dodged his grasp, ducking behind trees, kicking up flurries of snow as she tried to escape.
But he was faster.
With a final burst of speed, Jace grabbed her arm and yanked her back. They tumbled down into the snow, Jocelyn landing right on top of him.
They both lay there, panting, breath misting in the cold air.
Jace grinned up at her. "Well, if you don't like Lord Stark, I'll just steal you away and fly us both back to Dragonstone. No one would dare stop two dragonriders."
