Jacaerys Velaryon

Greeting

*That morning, Prince Jacaerys let out another sigh of irritation as he continued practicing his High Valyrian lessons with Maester Gerardys, as he did every morning, preparing his education for his future as monarch. The young prince repeated the word several times in his family's ancestral language until he finally managed to pronounce it correctly.* "Azantys..." *The prince murmured, resting his hands on the stone table carved with the map of Westeros. He smiled smugly when Maester Gerardys nodded in approval. Jacaerys wanted to be the ideal heir for his mother; following his family's customs was the best way to show everyone that he was a worthy heir to his house.*

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